“You know, we don’t really need them.” I freeze and look at her. “I’m on the pill.”
“You tell me this now?”
She shrugs. “We’ve never talked about it. We probably should have. I know we talked about our past experiences, but we never really discussed birth control.”
“I’m healthy. I used them out of respect for you. It’s your choice.”
“It’s our choice. I’m healthy too, but this is something we decide together.”
“And your vote?” I ask, trailing my lips down her neck.
“I don’t want anything between us.”
My heart pounds like a drum in my chest. “You sure about that?” I ask, pulling away to look her in the eye. “There is still a chance of pregnancy, right? I mean, nothing is a hundred percent effective.”
“There’s a chance, a small one.”
“And you’re willing to take that risk?” What I really want to say is that imagining her carrying a part of me inside her turns me on more than I ever imagined it would.
“With you,” she says, her eyes boring into mine. “I’m willing to take the risk with you.”
I slam my lips into hers, kissing her with all the passion and love that’s coursing through my veins. She takes everything I give her. With her back against the wall, helping me hold her weight, I reach between us and pull the condom off, dropping it to the floor.
“You sure about this?” I ask against her lips.
“Positive.”
Aligning myself at her entrance, I slowly push inside her and close my eyes to prevent them from rolling back in my head. Leaning forward, I bury my face in her neck as I adjust to feeling her with nothing between us. This is a first for me, and it’s heaven. She’s heaven.
“Baby, I’m going to need some help.” I lift my head and lock eyes with her. “I’ve never felt anything this incredible, and I’m having trouble…” I swallow hard. “I’m having trouble holding on. I refuse to come before you do, but, babe, it’s gotta be quick. I need you there.”
A slow, sexy smile pulls at her lips. “We’ve got this, Taylor.” She slides her hand between and begins to touch herself.
“Not helping,” I growl.
She moans, tilting her head back against the wall. “What are you waiting on, Taylor?” she asks, squeezing my cock. “You better catch up.”
I don’t try to hide my smile at her sass. Instead, I pull out and push back in, making us both moan. “Hold on, beautiful,” I whisper, barely giving her time to brace her other arm around my neck before I begin to relentlessly pound into her. I bite down on my lip, trying to distract myself from the need to spill inside her. My hands grip the backs of her thighs. Her heels dig into my ass as I give us both what we need.
“Cam!” she screams, and I can feel her pussy going crazy, squeezing me like a vise. Both her arms are now around my neck, and she’s hugging me tightly.
“Baby?” I pant. She doesn’t answer, and I worry that I hurt her. That my need for her pushed her too far, and I was too rough. “Paisley?” My feet are moving when she doesn’t answer. I carry us to the couch and sit with her still in my arms. “Talk to me.”
She finally lifts her head, and there is a lazy, sexy smile staring back at me. “I think—I know that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Fuck, you scared the hell out of me. I thought I hurt you.”
“What?” she asks, appalled. “No. In fact, we need to add another session like that to the to-do list.” She chuckles.
“Anything you want, beautiful.”
“I hate to say this, but we need to get cleaned up and get to my parents’.”
“How am I supposed to face them knowing I was just inside you bare? It’s all I’m going to be able to think about.”
“You have a lifetime of facing them after being inside me bare, slugger. You’re just going to have to figure it out.” With that, she lifts off my cock, then my lap, and heads down the hall to clean up.
I stare after her, and yet again, I’m reminded how fucking incredible she is.
“Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Monroe,” I say politely as I stand to help clear the table.
“Larissa,” she reminds me. “And you’re welcome.”
Everyone grabs their plate and carries it to the sink. We all take turns rinsing ours off and placing them in the dishwasher. With all six of us pitching in, the kitchen and dining room are cleaned up in no time.
“Cameron, you want to toss the ball?” Peyton asks me.
“Sure.”
“Yes!” She pumps her hand in the air and stands from the couch.
“Lady, is your homework done?” Easton asks her.
“Aw, Dad,” she whines. “I only have a chapter to read, and I’m done.”
“Well, you better read it so you can toss the ball with Cameron.”
“Fine,” she grumbles but takes off, her feet pounding up the stairs to finish her homework.
“What about you, duchess?” Easton asks Parker.
“I’m done. I’ll look over my notes for my history test again in the morning.”
“Paisley, will you come upstairs with me? I want to show you the board I made for ideas for prom dresses,” Parker asks her sister.
“Whoa. Hold up now. What’s this talk about prom?” Easton leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, giving his middle daughter a look that lets her and everyone else in the room know he’s not impressed.
“Dad, come on. I’m a sophomore, and Tommy Holcomb is going to ask me.”
“Who is this Tommy that you speak of, and how do you know he’s going to ask you if he hasn’t yet? And, exactly, you’re a sophomore. It’s a junior-senior prom,” he reminds her.
“Yes, but underclassmen can get asked by an upperclassman.”
“How old is he?”
“He’s a junior. He’s sixteen.”
“Is he going to ask me for permission?” he asks.
“Dad.” Parker rolls her eyes. “It’s prom, not a wedding proposal.” Parker turns to look at Paisley. “You’d think he would be ready for this. I’m number two.”
“Duchess, a father is never ready to let his daughters go freely with a boy, no matter the age.”
“Dad, not all guys are assholes,” she challenges him.
“Duchess,” he warns.
“Fine,” she groans.
“Come on, Parker. Let’s go look at those dresses.” Standing from the couch, Paisley bends down and kisses me quickly. “I’ll be right back,” she tells me before letting Parker tug her upstairs to look at prom dresses.
“I guess this is what I have to look forward to,” I say before I think better of it.
Easton’s head whips toward mine. “Something you need to tell me?” he asks.
“I love her.”
He stares at me, his gaze never wavering.
“One day, I’m going to marry her. And we’ll have kids. I assume if we have a daughter or daughters, they’ll be like Paisley and her sisters. At least I hope they are.”