It’s wounding.

It hurts.

I’m amazed my cock is still on board.

With unexpected skill, Chrissie pinches the tip to get out the air, and rolls the rubber down all ten inches exactly right. She adds a nice squeeze before she moves her hand. I groan, and before I can move she gloves my erection with her cunt and jams me roughly into her.

Her fingers curl in my hair like claws and I move my body in her, up and down, flexing hips, as far I can go, devouring her with my kisses. The deeper I go, the harder and faster she moves. She is shaking again, and I want to rage inside her until there is nothing left in me but her.

I clutch her against me, kissing her wildly, more tongue, deeper and harder than I’ve ever fucked her mouth. She cries out—oh fuck, I don’t want to come yet—but she is tightening around me, shuddering, and I let go in a ripping release that shoots across every nerve in me, head to toe.

I struggle to catch my breath, my limbs are shaking, and my pelvis continues flexing even as I try to quiet me. I breathe in and out and she melts down onto me.

I wrap her in my arms and kiss her hair. My gaze shifts to the clock. It’s only midnight. I’ve got eight more hours. I can still make love to her the way I want to tonight. The way she deserves. The way we both deserve it.

I adjust her on my chest until she’s curled into my side, one leg and arm draped over me. She begins to softly touch and kiss me. Fuck, I have missed this. Her. The way it feels to be sex-drained and surrounded by Chrissie.

I pull off the rubber, knot it and drop it on the floor. A prick of irritation. An unwanted intruder. I don’t want to ruin the minutes of the after with her. But fuck, I want to feel the inside of her tight and wet around me. No buffer. Just my flesh and hers.

I lightly brush her back. I bury my lips in her hair. “The condoms aren’t unnecessary, Chrissie. I get checked regularly, and I’ve always been paranoid and careful. You know that. But I’ll go get checked for everything again. And then can we lose the damn rubbers?”

Her chin lifts from my chest. Her eyes are strangely intense. “No. We can’t. They are very necessary, Alan. I went off the pill before I married Jesse. While the possibility of me getting pregnant is pretty low, I don’t want to risk it. Do you?”

Oh fuck. Not on the pill.

Worse, I brought Jesse into the room with us.

If the mention of Jesse is upsetting to her, it doesn’t feel like it. She’s still kissing my chest and her fingers are lightly stroking down my abdomen. She hovers at that tattoo on my lower abdomen, tracing it with a fingertip in a manner I know well. Then lower and lower, but fuck, never there.

My body stirs and my cock starts to harden again anyway. “How many condoms do you have? I hope you don’t have just one.”

She laughs.

Good.

Tense moment and mention of Jesse gone from the bedroom.

Her breasts tantalizingly massage against me as her body shudders with her amusement. She peeks at me, her cheeks flushed and her angel eyes lusty. “A full box. Minus one. I planned ahead.”

I drag her upward on my body, filling my hands with the flesh of her ass and molding her against my erection as I fuck her mouth with my kiss.

She starts to move against me, rubbing her clit there. She stills and pulls against my arms to lift her face. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.”

Frowning, I watch her spring from the bed, grab my shirt from the floor, cover her body and hurry out the door. Groaning, my head falls back against the pillow.

Where did she go?

Get me rock hard again and then take off.

So Chrissie.

I hear her voice from the hallway. I turn on my side and lean up on a hip and elbow just as she comes into the room and kicks the door closed behind her.

Fuck, she went for the baby.

How did she hear Khloe?

I didn’t hear anything.

I sit up in bed, for some reason covering my lower body with a sheet—stupid, Alan, stupid—as Chrissie settles beside me.

“She woke up?” I ask.

“No,” she says in a long, exaggerated way, smiling at Khloe as she settles her on a pillow across her lap. “You hovered at my tits too long. They’re painful. I need her, otherwise they’ll drip all night and hurt like hell in the morning.”

I try to look contrite. “It worked out well, though, didn’t it?”

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, and her eyes begin to sparkle. “Pretty darn good. But there’s a trade. Here’s the trade. I’ve got to feed her and get her back to sleep before we get to do anything else.”

It doesn’t look promising. The baby is irate from being woken. Not going to happen again tonight, Alan. I recline on my side and watch. She brushes a nipple against the baby’s mouth, and when it opens, she shoves it in.

Fuck, Chrissie is mesmerizing. Even more enthralling now that she is comfortable and natural about her body. Totally different from the girl I fell in love with. Exactly the same in other ways.

Beautiful.

They both are.

I feel emotion clog my throat.

A sting to my eyes.

Fuck, not tears again.

I run a hand through my hair, then give the waves a hard clutch with my fingers trying to hold back what I’m feeling. Not working. I close my eyes.

I feel her hand on my cheek. She leans in and kisses me. She smiles. “She’s pretty amazing, isn’t she?”

I don’t trust my voice. I nod.

She starts to lightly trace the baby’s nose with a fingertip. Her brows pucker. “Do you feel the same way about Khloe that you did about Molly being born?”

I stare at her, stunned. I can’t believe she remembers. It was so long ago when I told her about Molly. I was a bastard. I didn’t want anyone to see what I truly felt. Not really. Then Chrissie slipped under my guard and I shared with her more about me than I ever have with anyone. Though some of the things I said were wrong—maybe true at the time—but I shouldn’t have said them to her.

I pretend not to understand the question.

Her frown lowers. She takes in a deep breath.

Her eyes lock with mine. “You said that you never wanted Molly. You didn’t want to be bothered having to care about someone. But that she was a cute thing and eventually had you. Is that how you feel about Khloe being here? You don’t want her, but like you have to be OK with it because it’s something I’ve already done?”

Oh fuck, Chrissie.

She anxiously gnaws her lips, and her expression tears me apart inside. I curl an arm around her neck, careful of the baby, until my forehead rests against hers.

“No. No. Never. That isn’t even close to what I feel. Khloe is everything I want that I never thought I would have. I’ve loved you both from the first moment I saw each of you. That’s what I feel.”

She sniffs back a tear and then pulls back. She lets out a ragged breath. I can’t read her expression. Please, baby, believe me. Don’t doubt me on this.

Khloe starts to cry. It’s not surprising. When Chrissie is emotionally messy she pulses with it. Hell, the entire fucking house pulses when she’s upset.

I lift the baby from the pillow. I’m surprised by how effortless it is, how I remember how to handle a newborn out of nowhere. I lie back on the pillows with her on my chest, doing little jiggles of her body while Chrissie sits there staring and alertly watching each change of my expression.

“Go to sleep, Khloe,” I say soothing. “Be a good girl, for me. Your mum is kicking me out in seven hours.”

Chrissie starts to laugh and I smile. I can feel the tension leaving her. Maybe she’ll stop radiating emotion.

I smile and climb from the bed. I jiggle and pace.

“You’re good at that,” Chrissie says.

“I’m good at this if she goes back to sleep. And shush. No talking. She’ll stay awake if she hears you.”

She nods, makes a face, and settles on her side, watching me. She yawns and stretches out, running a hand through her hair. Absolute sexiness in every moment without trying. How long is it going to take me to get this kid asleep?