Page 58 of Unplanned Target

“I’m saying I’ll get snipped. I’ll wear condoms. I’ll jack off by myself indefinitely.” I push back her hair. “Whatever adjustments we need to make based on where life takes us, I’m beyond fine with and willing to do.”

“You’ve gotta stop saying things like that, or might never let you out of this bed.” Miranda’s touch quickly shifts, her hands going to grip my dick so fast I don’t even see it coming. “Mostly because I don’t want anyone else to try to steal you away from me.”

“Fuck.” My head drops to rest against hers as I take just a second to enjoy the feel of her hands on me. “I’ve thought about this every second since I left.”

“Of me touching your dick?” There’s a hint of a smile in Miranda’s voice that has my lids lifting.

She smirks up at me, looking pretty fucking smug.

“No.” I grab her hands, pulling them off me. “About having you all to myself.” I lean close, breathing against her neck. “Of how you smell.” I nip at her shoulder. “Of how you taste.”

And that’s something I plan to explore more thoroughly. Right now, actually.

Working my way down her body, I pause at the gloriousness of her tits, pulling one puckered tip between my lips. Flicking against it with my tongue, I gently drag my teeth over the tightened bud as I pull free. I could spend an entire evening worshiping the majesty here, but that would likely result in a mess I’d have to clean up, so—recognizing my own limits—I continue my downward trajectory.

I barely make it to her belly before Miranda’s fingers grip my hair, managing to hold the short strands tight enough to pinch as she drags my face back up until it’s level with hers.

She releases my hair, expression serious. “I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth.”

“I’ll always tell you the truth.” I shake my head. “Even when I know you won’t like it.”

I’m expecting Miranda to pose her question, but instead, her legs hook around the outside of mine and we’re rolling, me landing flat on my back with her straddling my hips.

She plants both hands on my chest. “I didn’t expect to be able to get one up on you.”

My eyes lock in on the sway of her tits. “I was very distracted.”

Miranda wiggles a little, making them move along with her, proving just how wicked she can be. “Did you genuinely like Becca?”

My brain trips over itself, somehow managing to miss falling into the pillowy softness of what’s in front of me and instead nose diving directly into a pile of what the fuck. “What?”

“Becca. She said that you liked her and that’s why my brother hates you.” Miranda’s expression is serious, but she doesn’t seem upset. “I would just like to know what sort of feelings you had toward her.”

I promised I would tell Miranda the truth. Even if she wasn’t going to like it. But I don’t think this is going to fall into that category.

At least I hope not.

“I’ve been looking for my person for a while.” I run my hands up her thighs before letting them rest on her hips. “Becca was simply a woman who crossed my path and I wondered if maybe this was it.” One corner of my mouth tips up at the memory of our first meeting. “Then she chucked a bottle of laundry soap at me and threatened to puke down my back, and I was pretty confident it wasn’t meant to be.”

Miranda seems unconvinced. “Then why does my brother hate you?”

“Because he’s a jealous prick.” I wiggle my brows. “And because he knows I’m better looking than he is.”

Miranda studies me a minute longer before smiling back. “That does make sense.” She leans down to press a kiss to my lips. “Thank you for telling me the truth. Now I’d like your dick in me please.”

Any hope I had of making this more than a quick fuck dissolves at her request. The best I can do now is hope to God she’s just as fast today as she was the last time I touched her.

Gripping the back of her neck to keep her against me, I roll us over to our starting point, gritting my teeth at how good she feels under me.

“You are a fucking hazard, you know that, Mir?” I flex my hips, dragging the length of my dick along the heated line of her pussy. “How am I supposed to fuck you better than anyone has if I’ve only got about two good minutes in me?”

“I guess you’re going to have to figure it out.” She hooks her legs at my waist. “But I have faith in you.”

I go still, because that’s what this whole thing boils down to. I found someone who has faith in me. Someone I have faith in back.

Leaning close, I brush her lips with mine. “Good. Remember that in two minutes.”

Miranda laughs, the sound turning to a moan when I push into her in one steady stroke. The tight clench of her body around mine means I’ve got no fucking wiggle room in this timeline.