Devyn sits up, confusion marring her features. “What’s wrong? What just happened?”

I look down at my lap. “No condom. I didn’t think to bring any.”

She smiles. “It’s okay, Riley.”

“You have some?” Okay, I definitely don’t like the thought of using one of Jackson’s leftover rubbers but at the moment, I’ll take what I can get.

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t. But I have an IUD. My chances of getting pregnant are less than they would be if I were on the pill. And I’m clean. I’ve only been with one other person besides you and we were safe.”

I appreciate the fact that she’s not using his name while my dick is wet with her cream. “I’m good too,” I say quickly. “There haven’t been many since…since you and me. And I’ve never done this without a condom but I got tested regularly anyway.”

She climbs onto my lap and grins. Ever so slowly, she lowers herself onto my cock until I’m balls deep inside of her. “So shut up and enjoy the ride.”

My hands grip the mattress behind me for balance. She rides my dick without restraint, swiveling her hips at the tip before slamming back down. “Oh, fuck!”

My self control completely vanishes as she flexes her internal muscles. I grab her hips and surge upward. Her tits are bouncing in front of my face, tempting me, but I can’t stop staring into her eyes as I thrust in and out. I ram into her mercilessly, unable to slow down. My need to mark this woman is blinding. She’s taking everything I’ve got with so much enthusiasm. She’s being as quiet as possible but in no way reserved.

I know she’s close when she bites her lip and her lids become hooded. “Oh, Rye.”

I shift so I’m pressing her back into the mattress and I lift her leg over my shoulder. Fuck, she’s so much tighter like this! “Devyn.”

Our bodies slap against each other as I drive into her fast and hard. She stiffens beneath me again as her body clenches around my dick. I groan and move faster until I feel my own orgasm building in my lower back. Suddenly, I’m coming with her. In her. I glide in and out a few more times until the last pulse of my climax wanes. My arms give out and I fall on top of her. She doesn’t seem to notice though.

I pull back and lightly kiss her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and finally her lips. “I love you, Devyn.”

She smiles sweetly as a single tear runs down her cheek. “I love you, Riley.”

DEVYN

“MMM, GOOD MORNING,” I mumble sleepily. I have no clue what time it is but I can see the sun peeking through my bedroom curtains.

Riley presses into me from behind as he continues kissing the back of my neck. “I’m certainly trying to make it one.”

I gasp when his fingers roam south and find my sensitive bud. He rubs me with expert precision until I’m a slippery hot mess of pure desire. Just as my body begins to tighten, Riley enters me from behind and we groan in unison. I come apart the second he’s inside of me, filling me to the brink. My skin is slicked with sweat as we lazily bump and grind against each other, his lips and hands trailing over me in sweet caresses. I can’t help but marvel over how well we fit together. Riley said it once before—that we’re so in sync like nothing he’s ever known—but this is far more powerful. This is the textbook definition of making love. Riley McIntyre—the self-proclaimed king of fling—is making love to me. I feel it with every fiber of my being.

RILEY

FUCK. THERE IS NO better feeling in this world than when I’m inside this woman. I don’t know how I could ever get enough of this. Devyn’s pussy wraps around me like the most exquisite vise known to man. My arms are banded around her torso, pulling her back into my chest as I push up into her. I bury my face into the crook of her neck and place my hand over her heart. It’s beating rapidly despite our languid pace. I feel like I can’t get close enough—if I could shrink myself and crawl inside this woman forever I would. And I mean that in the non-creepiest way possible.

I’m setting the pace, slow and sweet, never wanting this feeling to end. Let’s be clear, I’m not normally a slow and sweet kind of guy. I like my sex filthy and sweaty until both partners are gasping for air. Making love is for pussies—literally. But like everything else, sex with Devyn is different. Better. Fucking glorious. I want to bawl like a goddamn baby from the pleasure she makes me feel.

“Oh, Rye,” she pants. “Please go faster.”

I pull out almost all the way just so I can slide back into her wet heat once again. Mother fuck. Devyn reaches behind me and scores her nails into my ass, urging me on. That familiar tingle begins stirring in my balls as she tightens her walls around me.

“Oh God, Dev. Your pussy is fucking magical,” I say as I pick up the pace. “Jesus.”

She laughs and begins moving her hips in time with mine. Our bodies slap together with savage desperation. The only sounds in the room are heavy breathing, the wet glide of our bodies connecting, and a litany of Oh Gods pouring from both of our mouths. And a light knocking sound. Where the fuck is that coming from?

Knock. Knock.

As the knocking gets more insistent, I realize exactly where it’s coming from. Or who it’s coming from rather. Fuck. This is not happening. This is not happening. I grind into Devyn trying to ignore the little person on the other side of that door. We’re both so close. So fucking close. Yet so far.

Devyn gasps as my thrusts become more urgent. “C’mon, Riley. He’s not going to go away.”

“I’m trying,” I pant. “Stop talking about the kid. You’re making it harder to get there.”

She laughs. “This is our life now. You’re going to have to get used to it. C’mon already! I’m so close!”

“Will you quit pressuring me?” I gripe. “Geez, I never thought someone would be complaining about my stamina.”

“Now’s not the time to show off,” she pants. “Focus!”

She clenches her internal muscles. “Oh fuck, keep doing that!”

A few more powerful strokes and strategic rubs, and we’re both coming together. After several moments, our bodies still.

“MO-OM!!! I’m hungry!” Nathan’s knocking has turned into flat out pounding.

Devyn and I laugh as I slide out of her. She climbs out of bed, grabs my discarded shirt from last night and pulls it over her body. “Welcome to parenthood. Where if you’re getting any at all, it’s usually a race to the finish line.”

She waits for me to pull up my pants before opening the door. “Good morning, buddy.”

Nate looks into the room with a scowl on his face. “Momma, what took you so long?”

She looks over her shoulder at me. “Sorry, baby; your daddy and I were still sleeping.”

“Were you praying in your sleep, Momma?”

Devyn scrunches her face. “What? Why would you say that?”

Nathan shrugs. “Because you kept saying God’s name. Christopher says that his mommy and daddy always make funny noises and say God’s name a lot when they’re sleeping. He said that’s because they’re praying in their sleep.”

“I need to have a talk with this kid’s parents,” I mutter.

Devyn laughs. “Why don’t you go pick out your cereal, honey? I’ll be there in just a minute.”

“Can I have Unca’ Drew’s Wucky Charms?”

“Sure,” she says. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He pumps his fist in the air. “YES! You’re the best momma ever!”

I pull her into me as he runs down the hall. “You’re incredible.”

She leans into me. “You think so?”

I hold her tight and kiss her temple. “I really do.”

DEVYN

MOVING DAY IS FINALLY here. We enlisted everyone’s help so the process is much smoother than I would’ve expected. Nathan keeps running between all three bedrooms while Riley is putting his bed together.