Chapter 13

She's going to own my ass. I already know it. I can talk all the shit I want—I'm a surgeon and we're competitive by nature—but it's all bravado. Katy is going to own my ass, and she's going to own it until I get her pregnant and likely even after that because, well, she'll be pregnant with my kid. Ask any man. That's hot as fuck.

Even just the thought of it now makes my dick surge with more blood than I knew it was capable of holding. I have maybe three functioning brain cells at the moment and each one is telling me that while she may own my ass, I need to fuck her like a god and make her come at least two more times to try and make this at the very least a draw.

She likes my dirty. She likes my rough. She likes it so much she wants more of it. Yeah, she's going to own my ass for sure. And this is only our first time fucking. I get to have her again and again.

My cock thumps against my stomach, liking that idea a lot.

I grip it in my fist, give it a harsh tug, then run it along Katy's wet slit. It's heaven. This girl is heaven. The way she kisses, the way she smells, the way she tastes, the way she moves, and the way she talks—bold and unapologetic in the things she wants and how she intends to take them—are the biggest turn-ons of my life.

I haven't been with anyone since I left Liz, and while Liz was good in bed, she was timid and uncomfortable with her sexuality. She never owned it the way Katy does. She never told me what she wanted me to do to her. The one time I tried talking to her the way I've been talking to Katy tonight, she told me she didn't like it.

But Katy is so very different in the best of ways. The filthy words spilled from my lips like they've finally been set free.

Like I've finally been set free.

Liz used to tell me the depraved side of me was dirty and my desires were immoral. Yet something tells me that's exactly what Katy likes about sex—the dirty and immoral. As much as I hope I get her pregnant tonight, I really, seriously want to continue this until that stick shows two pink lines and I haven't even fucked her yet.

Speaking of…

"Are you ready?" I ask her, still rubbing the head of my dick up and down, getting it nice and wet.

Her head twists over her shoulder, and her bold eyes meet mine as a smile flashes across her face. "I think the better question is are you—holy, ah!" she cries as I plunge straight into her.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Sweat instantly coats my forehead, and I grit my teeth and clench my ass so I don't come on the spot. Tight. So goddamn tight. Her eyes pinch tight in pain, and I rub my hand up her spine, trying to get her to relax.

"You still with me, sweetheart?" My voice isn't the least bit taunting anymore. I only want her pain when it comes with pleasure. Not hurt.

She hums and pins me with a look that could make me come on the spot. "I remember something about you making me take every inch. Is this the best you've got?"

I wheeze out a laugh, my forehead dropping to her spine, and I watch myself pull almost all the way out of her hot little pussy. She gasps, grips the hell out of the chair she's thrown over, and holds on tight as she braces for what she knows I'm about to give her. Exactly what she wants.

I slide back in, hard and deep, all the way to the hilt.

"Oh!"

I smirk, licking her skin. "Like that? Is that what you want?"

"Yes. God, yes. More, Bennett. I want more."

I start to pound into her, my hips swinging like a pendulum, pumping my cock harder and faster with each thrust. So hard I can't see straight, and the chair is dragging through the threads of the carpet, inching forward until it slams into the coffee table, rattling some stupid piece of glass my decorator picked out.

"Goddamn," I moan. "Katy." I pant out a breath, one hand grasping a full tit so I can hold her against me and the other on her hip, helping my leverage. "You feel so good." I swear, nothing has ever felt better than her slick, hot cunt. Fucking nothing.

I don't let up for a second, continuing to take her, loving how she pounds back into me with each of my forward thrusts. I want to kiss her. I want to taste her mouth and stare into her eyes as I fuck her, but that feels… intimate. Like not just sex, and as much as I want that, I also have to remember exactly what this is.

Why this has to stay just sex and why this is only temporary.

So instead, I fuck her like an animal.

Tightening my grip on her tit, my hand on her hip slides around and finds her clit, where I start to rub it in fast, furious circles. Because while I wanted her to come two more times, she feels too good, her pussy grips me too perfectly, and I'm barely hanging on. I continue thrusting with everything I've got, sweat trickling down my back, doing nothing to cool my overheated skin.

Katy squeals. "Bennett, ah, I'm so close. So close."

My eyes squeeze tight, and I pound into her, thrusting up so I hit the front wall of her pussy with every fuck I give her. I feel the moment her orgasm hits her. Feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking it as I continue to fuck her through it. Her nails scrape at the fabric of the chair, her body spasming and shaking, her short, raspy pants filling the room.

Only I don't stop. I can't stop.

She's so wet right now—so much wetter than she was moments ago—and I can't get enough. It's too good to stop. Too good to come even. Pleasure courses through me, tightening my balls and making my stomach clench.

"Katy," I groan, dipping down and kissing her tacky skin, tasting her and smelling how sweet she is. Pulling her upright, I wrap my arms around her and give her everything I've got. I turn her head, capture her lips with mine, open my eyes, and take in the sight before me.

God, she's beautiful.

So perfect.

So… mine.

That thought sits with me for a very possessive moment, and I revel in it. I'm the one fucking her. I'm the one making her come. I'm the one who's going to get her pregnant.

Me. No one else.

Both damaged, slightly lost people who somehow found each other again at the exact right moment. And I don't allow myself to think beyond that. To wonder or question.

I'm not even tempted to.

Instead, I kiss her and hold her, and yes, I do fuck her through another orgasm before I lose my absolute mind and come inside her. My back strains, my grip bruises, my vision goes sideways, and I shoot every ounce of myself harder than I ever have in my life into her.

For a moment, I hold still, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to think. Katy is in my arms, panting and sweaty, and I… I don't want to let her go.

On a deep inhale of her skin, my eyes close, and I shudder. It's as if the misaligned center of me is back where it belongs. What the hell is this? My heart starts to pound differently than it ever has before, her name a chant and a prayer and a fucking revelation in my head, her body an awakening in my arms.

She starts to squirm—likely because we're dripping cum and I'm holding her too tight—and I snap myself out of…whatever the fuck that was. Only my heart is still beating like this, and I'm not sure how to make it stop.

Slowly I slide out of her, wincing slightly as I take us both down to the carpet because there is no way I can stand a second longer, and I want my cum to stay in her for as long as it can. And hell, that thought makes my dead cock twitch back to life. Katy feels it and giggles breathlessly as she rests against me, letting me play with her mangled hair.

Can she hear how my heart is beating against her ear? Fuck, I hope not.

"We're going to ruin your rug," she warns.

I scrub a hand across my face and blow out a silent breath. "I couldn't care less. It's a rug. One I didn't even pick out. Besides, I'll have to redecorate this room if there will be a kid here eventually."

She rolls onto her back, and I roll on my side, propping my head up with my hand and taking in the woman before me. The one who has her knees bent in the air and her legs crossed at the ankles. I don't know if that's even medically a thing, and I doubt she does either, but I don't challenge it. I take in the lines of her perfect tits and muscular thighs and smooth belly. The dark hair that's fanned around her and the summer sky blue of her eyes.

Control, Bennett. Remember why you're doing this and think of nothing else.

"Are you moving in with me?"

She laughs. "Wow. Yeah. That." Another laugh. "I hadn't gotten that far. I realized I was ovulating and that sort of drove the train."

I reach out and unstick some of her hair that's matted to her forehead back from her face, wanting to see her eyes and read her face. "Are you having second thoughts?" Please tell me you're not regretting this. I couldn't take it if she changed her mind.

"Second thoughts? No." She treats me to the most breathtaking smile. "I'm excited, Bennett. More than just from the hot, hot sex."

I smirk. "Hot, hot sex?"

"Do you have a better name for what that was?"

"That was way more than hot. That was out of this world incredible." I run my fingers down the slope of her neck, tracing the bones of her shoulder, following my finger as I touch her. If I'm being honest with myself, it was the best sex of my life, but I don't tell her that. She doesn't need to know, and it wouldn't help me to say it, so I pull my hand away.

"I need to think about moving in here. It's risky. I mean, all of this is, but living here ups that ante and increases the risk of us getting caught."

She's right, of course. The risk is far greater for me than for her. It was a stupid thing to offer. A dangerous thing to offer and not just from the risk of getting caught and ruining my career for good. So why do I want her to move in regardless of all that?

She tilts her head and squints at me. "Are you okay with that?"

"Of course," I say easily. "Katy, all I want is for you to be comfortable. I realize I need you a hell of a lot more than you need me."

That thought hits me like a sledgehammer, and instinctively I sit up, finding my track shorts on the floor and hastily tugging them on. That's what's going on with my heart. That's why it's beating like this.

I swore after what I went through, I'd never emotionally put myself on the line with someone again, and though I'm not in love with Katy and have no plans to change that, I'm still vulnerable to her. I'm still handing her a huge chunk of my heart and praying she doesn't stomp all over it before shredding it to pieces.

Katy holds all the power right now, and that's why we need a contract. It's why we need boundaries. Because when I look at her, I get lost in everything amazing that she is. She's funny and beautiful and smart and so herself. She has people around her who love her, who can't get enough of her. Being around Katy is warm sunshine on your face in the middle of winter. She feels incredible, and she makes me feel incredible. She makes me feel young and alive. Like the guy who used to watch her and think about her and then one night kissed her.

Like, once again, I have possibility in my life, and she's that possibility.

Only that's not the reality for us anymore. I'm thirty-eight years old, and other than work and my mother, what do I have? When I met Liz, she was fun, smart, and exciting too. She was sweet and kind, and I thought honest. I thought she was my other half. The woman I could trust myself fully with.

So yeah, it's easy to look at Katy and want to be near her just to absorb some of her warmth and sunshine. Just to feel like I'm special enough to be on the inside of her circle. She's exactly as Wes said. You can't help but love her. But loving Katy is the last thing I want, and I know that if I don't start protecting myself now, then I'll really be in trouble.

Katy gathers her clothes and goes to find the bathroom, and I head into the kitchen to make some coffee. The sun is just starting to rise over the eastern part of the city, and I lean against the back door, staring out at my yard. A yard I haven't been in once since I bought the place, not even to barbecue.

I have this big house full of empty rooms with only the hope of one day filling them.

"Hey," she says, her voice light, almost like she's afraid of disturbing me. I turn and look at her, at how sweet and lovely she is, and that lightness I feel in my chest every time I see her is back. It's become a thing now; I might as well get used to it.

"Hey. Coffee's brewing if you want some."

"Bennett?"

"Yeah." I twist and lean back against the glass. "What's wrong?"

She walks slowly up to me, her fingers trickling along my face. She stares at me for a very long, quiet moment, just touching me, searching my eyes, and then she smiles in a way that tells me she just worked something out.

"Do you have plans today?"

"I was going to take my mom out for brunch, but that was it."

"Do you know who Mason Reyes is?"

My brows scrunch at the change in topic. "Uh, the football player?" Then I cough out a small laugh. "He's your cousin, right? You mentioned him when we were stuck in the elevator." Only I didn't put it together at the time.

"Yep." She rolls on her feet with a triumphant smile. "He's in the middle of preseason, but he doesn't have training camp today and decided he wanted to throw a rooftop barbecue, so that's what we're doing today. There's a pool too, so it'll be fun."

"Is there anyone in this city you aren't related to?"

She gives me a cheeky wink. "Just you. But I'd like you to come with me."

"As your date?"

"No," she says, echoing what I said to her last night when she asked if me bringing her to my house was a date. "Not exactly. I want you to meet my family. I want you to make friends with them because if we're going to have a baby together, it's important to me that they know you and trust you. And also…" she trails off, licking her lips and giving me a cautious, almost apologetic look. "I think you could use some people. Some friends."

I emit a humorless chuckle. "I look that sad and lonely, huh?"

She shrugs. "Yes, you do. But they're good people, trustworthy people, and I know you'll like them. So what do you say?"

Trustworthy people. The way she says that so easily. I thought I had those in my life. I would have sworn to it. I redirect us. "You want to bring your boss to your family party?"

She rolls her eyes. "I think you're a lot more than just my boss now, Bennett."

I run my hands across her cheeks and into her hair. "I'd love to come. Thank you." I lean in and kiss her. "I'd like you to come and meet my mom."

She smiles against my lips. "I was so hoping you were going to ask me to."

My chest clenches, but I push it aside as I deepen the kiss, my cock stirring, reminding me that I only fucked her once. Her hands twist up into my hair, and somehow I have her shorts and my shorts off and I'm lying her down on my kitchen table. My mouth continues to devour hers as I hitch up one of her legs around my waist, slide her to the edge of the smooth wood surface of the table, and then thrust straight in.

And just like before, she's insanely fucking tight. And feels so unbelievably good—too good—I can hardly think about anything else other than her. It's only my second time being inside her, but I have no idea how I'll stop. Fucking Katy is the sort of thing I'll crave constantly. Especially if she's living here with me.

Why did I do that? Why did I put myself in that position?

I'm going to go from fucking her to not fucking her? How? How when she feels like this? So… perfect. So right.

I push all that away as I continue to slide in and out of her. Deeper, harder, to the point where I stand and hold her hips so she can't drift away from me. Her tits bounce and sway beneath her T-shirt, her eyes are shuttered tight, and I watch her. I get lost in how stunning she looks with my cock inside of her.

Her legs climb up to my shoulders and I lift her ass off the table, nailing her at the perfect angle. She comes quickly this time, and I follow immediately after, falling forward and bending her in two so I can kiss her lips as I finish shooting inside her.

"I think I'm dead," I murmur, my head on her chest, listening to her racing heart and every breath. She giggles, the sound vibrating through me, yanking a smile across my lips. Her nails scrape down my scalp, and my eyes close. A contented hum emanates from my lips, and I don't want to move. Not ever. I want to stay like this, inside her, with her hand in my hair and my head on her chest, nestled between her tits forever.

I haven't been happy in so long, but right now, I'm so fucking happy, and I don't ever want this high to die.

My cock gives a twitch—how, I have no clue—but I feel her shift against me, pushing me back.

"Nu-uh. I need to go home and shower and change before I meet your mom. And I want us to fuck like crazy tonight. Like I want to go to this party, have a few drinks with you, then come home and tear each other's clothes off because we've wanted it all day and denied ourselves."

Come home. The way she said that…

I clear my throat, pull out of her, and help her to stand. I grab her some paper towels, but I also watch as she gets dressed, and yep, hard again already. She does something on her phone, but once her clothes are back on and my shorts are too, I step into her, pressing myself against her so she feels just how hard she's gotten me. Again.

"How?" She laughs as I kiss and nibble on her neck, unable to get enough of her.

"It's you," I tell her, and then freeze because it is her. I never had the urge or desire to go more than once or twice with Liz. Even when I thought we were trying for a baby, I was never this… insatiable with her.

"I thought old men had trouble getting it up."

I pinch her nipple through her shirt and bra, making her yelp and slap my hand away.

"Obviously, I don't have that problem. I'm not going to be able to keep my hands to myself," I admit, pulling back and meeting her sensational blue eyes.

Her arms wrap around my neck, and she nibbles on my chin. "That's part of the fun. The build-up. The anticipation."

I kiss her again because I have to kiss her again. I can't get enough of kissing her.

She kisses me back with lots of tongue and a little grinding and then she slips away. "I'm going home to sleep for an hour or so." She takes a step away from me and then another, and I want to chase after her. I want to scoop her up in my arms, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her upstairs so I can fuck her in my bed. And then in my shower.

"Pick me up and we'll go have brunch with your mom."

I shake my head and step forward. "Wait. I'll drive you."

She slips her phone out of her back pocket and wiggles it at me. "My Uber is pulling up now. I'm good. See you in a couple of hours, Doctor." She winks at me and then leaves, shutting the front door behind her, and I sag back against the glass of my back door and sigh.

I'm going to introduce Katy to my mom as the woman I'm trying to impregnate. And Katy is going to introduce me to her family as her boss who's trying to knock her up. Great. Her cousins are likely going to kick my ass, and I wouldn't exactly blame them.

I scrub my hands up and down my face. This is getting complicated fast.