He fisted it in one hand, bunching the fabric to the side, and growled again as he realized she hadn’t worn panties. “God damn, Butterfly. I had no idea you were bare under here.” He reached between her thighs, lightly caressing her drenched folds as she whimpered. All too soon, he was removing his hand. Troy unzipped his shorts and freed himself from the confines of his boxer briefs, his thick erection bursting out. “Shit, condom,” he muttered.
“I’m on the pill, remember? It’s okay.”
“I’m clean,” he assured her.
“Then take me,” she whispered. Troy shocked the heck out of her by lifting her up into his arms. He sat on the edge of the bed, setting her right down on his lap. Her dress spilled back down around them, and she shifted slightly, and then sunk down, impaling herself on his thick length. Her breasts were bare to him, but their sexes were covered by her dress. It felt wanton and sexy riding him like this—as if they’d been too overcome to even finish undressing.
“God damn, Butterfly, you feel so good,” he said as he finally bottomed out inside her.
She shuddered around him, the sensation almost too much. He was big. Thick. Throbbing. Her dress was pooled around them, and she still had her strappy sandals on. Troy noticed them, too, groaning. “Caitlyn, damn. Next time you’re wearing those and nothing else.”
She whimpered in approval but ground down on him, loving the groan from Troy’s mouth as he couldn’t resist bucking up into her. His eyes were on her breasts, and she knew he loved watching them bounce up and down. At one time she’d felt self-conscious riding him this way, but now she felt sexy. Adored. Her man loved looking at her, and she had no issues with that. Not with the heat filling his eyes.
Troy’s hands slid under her dress, palming her ass, and she cried out as he took complete control. She was sitting astride him, but once again, Troy commanded her body. She gasped as her head fell forward, landing on his broad shoulder. His cock speared upward again and again, claiming her, and she was unable to stop the onslaught of pleasure. Caitlyn cried out his name, nearly sobbing in relief as pleasure overtook her.
He stiffened a beat later and then released inside her, his cock filling her completely. She was sated and dazed when he finally helped her to stand, wobbling only slightly in her heels. The hem of her dress fell back to the ground, and Troy helped her to fix her halter.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, his lips quirking.
She lightly swatted at him. “Give me a few minutes,” she said, excusing herself to go into the bathroom.
Troy was grinning when she walked back out a moment later. “I love your hair all sexy and mussed up like that. It makes me want to take you to bed again.”
“Not until tonight, sailor,” she teased. Her phone buzzed on her nightstand, and she quickly grabbed it before they left. Harper’s name flashed on the screen, and Caitlyn frowned as she read the message.
Holy shit. You won’t believe this. I’m late!
Caitlyn quickly texted her a reply.
Late for what? Troy and I are heading out for a party.
Her phone buzzed again.
My period is late!!! I just took a test. I’m pregnant.
Caitlyn froze, blinking as she looked at her phone. Harper liked to date, but as far as Caitlyn knew, she hadn’t been with anyone seriously in a while. Not that anything was wrong with one-night-stands if you liked that type of thing, but goodness. She hadn’t even realized Harper had been with a man recently.
“What’s wrong?” Troy asked, catching the expression on her face.
“Um, I’m not sure. Hang on a second.”
Do you know who the father is?
Her heart pounded as she waited for Harper’s reply. She hoped her best friend wasn’t insulted, but damn. As far as she knew, Harper wasn’t even seriously dating anyone. What if it was some random guy from a bar and she had no way to track him down?
Her phone buzzed once more, and she looked at it in confusion.
Logan.
Logan? What the hell? Troy walked over, seeing the last text. “Logan? What about Logan?”
“Harper’s pregnant,” Caitlyn whispered. Her heart pounded in her chest, and it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. Her friend was probably freaking out, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that Harper and Logan had slept together.
“Pregnant? Holy shit. Who’s the—” Troy cut off, his jaw dropping.
“We have to go,” Caitlyn said softly. “We’re already super late. I’ll call her from the car and see what’s up. Maybe we can stop by tonight if she feels like company; otherwise, I’ll plan to go over there tomorrow morning. Troy, come on,” she said when he didn’t move.
He shook his head, seemingly still in shock. “Holy crap, Butterfly. I mean—Logan. Wow. I figured you and I would get married and have ten kids before he settled down.”
“Ten kids?” she asked with a laugh. She was still flabbergasted, too, but at least Troy was moving now. They walked toward the front door, Troy holding it open and gesturing for her to head out.
He locked the door behind them and sheepishly grinned. “Well, yeah. Eventually. However many kids you want. I’m not in a hurry to rush you into something.”
She looked at him in shock. “You want to get married?”
“Someday, Butterfly. Don’t worry, I’ll get a ring and propose for real. But if I did…”
She was
