I collapsed onto my back between them, my chest heaving as I tried to rember how breathing worked. Diane was completely gone, face-down in the pillows with her pink hair spread everywhere like she’d been hit by a truck. Which, fair. I’d fucked her through three orgasms and she’d stopped being coherent sowhere around the second one.
Sloane was still conscious but barely. She lay on her side facing , one hand resting on her lower stomach with this expression that was equal parts satisfied and shell-shocked.
My Boundless Stamina was carrying through the exhaustion but even that had limits. We’d gone four more rounds after that first one, switching positions and partners until nobody could rember who was doing what to whom anymore. The sheets were completely ruined, the room slled like sex and expensive perfu, and I was pretty sure I’d just had the best and most terrifying night of my life.
The quest notification had popped up sowhere around round three. I’d dismissed it without reading because I’d been too busy making Sloane scream my na while Diane watched and gave pointers like she was coaching a Hero exam.
My life was insane.
Sloane’s hand moved in slow circles on her stomach, her expression distant. I turned my head to look at her properly and found her staring at the ceiling with unfocused blue eyes.
"You good?" I asked.
"Mm." She didn’t look at . "I can still feel you."
My brain took a second to process that. "Feel how?"
"Inside." Her cheeks went pink. "Your cum. It’s so much and it’s just sitting there and I can feel it and I need to make sure I stay on the pill because otherwise we’re having a very different conversation in about nine months."
The ntal image of Sloane pregnant with my kid hit like a truck and I didn’t know whether to be terrified or weirdly turned on by it. Probably both. Definitely both.
"Would make cute babies though," I said without thinking.
Sloane’s head whipped around so fast I heard her neck crack. Her face went from pink to bright red in about half a second and her hand shot out to punch my shoulder.
"You can’t just say that!"
"Ow." I rubbed my shoulder even though it didn’t actually hurt. "Why not? It’s true."
"Because you can’t!" She hit again. "We’re barely adults and we just finished a threeso with my mother and you’re talking about babies like we’re planning a grocery list!"
I grinned because flustered Sloane was my favorite Sloane. "I’m just saying hypothetically our kids would be objectively adorable. Pink hair, amber eyes, explosive temper. Halloran would beg them to apply."
"Stop talking." She buried her face in the pillow. "You’re the worst."
"You started it with the birth control comnt."
"That was practical!" Her voice was muffled. "I was being responsible!"
"And I’m being realistic." I rolled onto my side to face her properly. "Co on. You know they’d be cute."
Sloane peeked out from the pillow, her face still bright red. "I hate you."
"No you don’t."
"Yes I do." She hit again but there was no force behind it. "You’re terrible and I hate you and our hypothetical children would probably be nightmares."
"Nah." I caught her hand before she could hit again. "The girl would be a heartbreaker. We’d na her sothing cool like Navae. And the boy would be Ro and he’d be the protective older brother type who threatens every guy who looks at his sister wrong."
Sloane’s eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. She stared at for a solid five seconds before her face sohow went even redder.
"I didn’t," she started. "I never said—those aren’t—" She made a strangled sound. "Shut up! I literally didn’t ntion any of that!"
"You didn’t have to." I was grinning so hard my face hurt. "Your brain went there all on its own."
"It did not!"
"It absolutely did. You’ve thought about this before."
"I have not!" She grabbed a pillow and smacked with it. "Stop putting words in my mouth!"
"I’m not putting anything anywhere. You’re the one who imdiately knew the nas and birth order."
"Coincidence!"
"Sure it is."
She hit with the pillow again, harder this ti, and I let her because watching her freak out was worth taking a few hits. Her face was so red I was genuinely worried she might pass out from embarrassnt.
"You’re impossible," she said finally, giving up on the pillow assault. "And for the record I was not thinking about our future children. I was thinking about not getting pregnant right now which is a completely different thing."
"Uh huh."
"It is!"
"Whatever you say."
She glared at but there was no real heat behind it. After a second she looked away, her fingers still tracing patterns on her stomach.
"They would be cute though," she muttered.
I almost choked. "What?"
"Nothing!" She sat up quickly. "I didn’t say anything. You’re hearing things. I’m going to shower because I’m covered in—" She gestured vaguely at herself. "Everything."
"Sloane."
"Nope. Not having this conversation." She swung her legs off the bed and stood up on shaky legs. "You broke . I need water and a shower and maybe therapy."
I watched her walk toward the bathroom, completely naked and still flushed pink from her neck to her chest. The afternoon light caught the curve of her hips and the pink strands in her hair and I had the deeply inconvenient realization that I’d ant what I said.
Our kids would be cute as hell.
The bathroom door closed and I heard the shower turn on. Beside Diane finally stirred, making a sleepy sound as she rolled onto her back.
"Is she gone?" Her voice was hoarse.
"Shower."
"Smart." Diane didn’t open her eyes. "I can’t feel my legs."
"Sorry about that."
"Don’t be." She smiled without looking at . "That was exactly what I needed."
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