The Heart's Game (The Kelly Brothers, Book 4) Read Free Page B

pressed his thumb against her clit, using the same rhythm she’d set as she ground against him. She gasped and clamped her hands around his cheeks, pulling him to her mouth for one more hungry kiss.
    The burning at the base of his dick signaled the point of no return. He couldn’t wait to come inside her, but not until she came first. He pushed hard, faster, deeper until she clenched around him and cried out with her release.
    Fire rushed through his veins, followed a moment of panic. Everything felt too hot, too tight, too wet, as though the condom had vaporized. Jenny slumped against him, lost in her orgasm with his just a split second away. He cupped his hands around her ass and lifted her up as the first wave of cum shot out from the tip of the broken condom.
    He’d gotten out in time, but just barely.
    The panic faded, leaving behind the languid bliss that turned his muscles into Play-Doh. He fell back onto the pillows with her still in his arms. Her silky black hair fanned out across his jaw while her body trembled against him in a way that mirrored the quivering inside him. Yes, it had been risky to use the old condom with her, but in this moment, it was so worth it.
    A few minutes passed before she lifted her head. “Now I really need to get going.”
    “I know.” He cradled her face in his hands. “Are you sure you don’t want to give me your number? We could maybe arrange for a little weekend getaway—no strings attached.”
    Her brows drew together, and her bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly. “No, I can’t.” She sat up and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
    Her rejection stung harder than he thought it would, but he managed to nod and push his hurt into the pit of his stomach. Now came the awkward part of the conversation. “You wouldn’t happen to be on the pill, would you?”
    “What do you mean?”
    He peeled off the ripped condom and held it up. “It seems we had a defective piece of equipment. I managed to pull out in time, but just as a precaution, I’d recommend picking up some Plan B as soon as possible. I got tested just last month, and I’m clean, but still…” And even though she didn’t appear to be risky, he’d be getting tested again in a few weeks. One of the perks of being in the medical field—mandatory HIV and hepatitis testing.
    She paled and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind. Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I go?”
    His confidence took a blow. He’d fucked up, and his chances of making it right seemed almost as impossible as completing the Kessel run in twelve parsecs. “Help yourself.”
    Jenny gathered her things and dashed into the bathroom before he could stop her again.
    Dan remained in bed, staring at the frame of light created by the closed door and wondering where things had gone wrong. He hadn’t come to Comic-Con looking to score. Hell, he hadn’t even considered taking Jenny back to his room when he’d first spotted her at the bar last night. And now she had him wanting to break all his rules and wishing he could have more than just one night of hot sex.
    It was a dilemma that could only be resolved by one thing—a roll of his lucky die.
    He found his pants and pulled out the twenty-sided piece of plastic. If he rolled high, he’d push one more time for her number or e-mail. If he rolled low, he’d let her go. He closed his eyes, asked his question, and tossed it onto the nightstand.
    Ten .
    Dan frowned. He wanted a clear indication one way or another, not a neutral response. He picked up the die and rolled it again.
    Ten .
    Fucking piece of plastic .
    The bathroom door opened, and Jenny emerged, fully clothed. “Thanks again, Dan, for everything.”
    An uncomfortable ache formed in his chest, and he glanced at the lucky die one more time in vain hope it had changed to a twenty when he wasn’t looking. “You, too, Jenny. And who knows—maybe we’ll see each other at Comic-Con next year.”
    A weak smile formed on her lips.