Free Hate F*@k: part three by Ainsley Booth Page A

the ripples of sensation start all over again. I’m clawing at the blanket, my thighs shaking, and it feels like I’m full of jello.
    Orgasms are weird.
    With a strangled cry, Cole pulls out and comes on my back. I’m starting to think he likes that. Like he’s marking me. He slides beside me, tugging me down, flat on my belly, and I can still feel it on my back.
    I’ll give him a minute before I ask for a washcloth.
    Maybe he’s not the only one who likes it. God, he’s turning me into a deviant.
    I twist my head and look at him. “They’re not still out there, are they?”  
    It’s not really a question, but maybe it sounds like one, because he looks at me with real surprise on his face.  
    “Uh…no.” He grins. “But I liked that you didn’t know and still let yourself go.”
    “At some point you’re going to want to explore that more, aren’t you?”
    “Your closet exhibitionism?” He kisses my shoulder and gives my butt a pat as he gets up. “Only if it works for you.”
    When I’m turned on, I think I’ll do anything with this man. It’s after the sex is over that I crawl back into the good girl shell, carefully constructed by years of private school slut-shaming, and doubt slips through the cracks.
    As he cleans me up, I remember the casual way he asked where he should come and I bury my face in the pillow. I feel the bed shift as he tosses the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom, then he hauls me against his chest—where I promptly hide my face again.
    “What’s with the sudden shyness, beautiful?”
    I blush. “I was just thinking about how you asked about coming inside me.”
    He kisses the top of my head and I blush harder. “Well, yeah…”He strokes his hand over my shoulder, then keeps going, touching me all over, his long arms meaning that no part of my body is out of his reach. He squeezes my breasts and strokes my hip. “I thought you missed a day or two of your pills in Miami.”
    “Oh.” I try to think back. “No. I took the next day a bit late, but I didn’t miss a day.”
    “I hate using condoms with you, but I would. I should have, I guess.”
    I shake my head. “No, it’s okay.” But I obviously wasn’t thinking about that, which makes me kind of stupid. “We’re safe.”
    “Do you ever think about kids?”
    Holy shit. I freeze, and he notices, because he pauses his lazy circuit over my body for a second before resuming. “Do you?”
    “I asked you first.” His voice is rough, and he’s not looking at me.
    That’s okay, I don’t think I can look at him either. “Uhm, yeah. I mean, in a sometime in the future kind of way. I want kids.”
    Thud . My heart slams in my chest. Thud thud thud. What if he doesn’t want a family? He’s not close to his parents, and I don’t know how he feels about being adopted—if that’s affected him or something.
    “What do they look like, when you think about them?” His voice cracks as he asks me, and I lift up, forgetting to be nervous.
    “Hey…” I touch his cheek with my fingertips, pressing just enough to get him to look at me. “You,” I say softly. “They look like you.”
    His chest moves at that, a quick inhale as we hold each other’s gaze, then he’s on top of me, pinning me down and kissing me, and I’m pretty sure we’re about slam into round two, hard and fast all over again.
    “I don’t deserve you, Hailey,” he mutters against my lips once he leaves me breathless. “But I want everything with you, when you’re ready.”
    “Okay.” I explore his face with my fingers, not wanting to break the moment, but my inner snark can’t help itself. “Maybe we should wait until I’m not under armed guard twenty-four/seven.”
    “So cheeky.” His eyes narrow and he rubs his thumb over my lower lip. “Soon this is going to be behind us, beautiful. And it’s just going to be me and you, and you can do whatever you want. I promise.”  
    Right now, I just want him again. I swipe at his