Page 69 of When Forever Falls Apart

An involuntary groan escapes me. “Fuck my life.”

We both gaze up at the ceiling, frustrated by our predicament.

The mellow sway of the boat rocks us like a lullaby, but instead of sleep, we’re silently trying to figure out what to do next.

Margaret Anne quietly slipped out of the room a while ago, granting us privacy after things got loud.

“I mean, we can get creative. There are other ways to avoid getting pregnant. Any hole’s a goal, right?” Madelina questions with enthusiasm.

My shoulders move up and down, laughter consuming me. “I don’t know whether to laugh at you or love you right now.”

“Well, you’re already laughing at me, so…”

“You know what I mean.” I turn on my side, cupping Madelina’s face to kiss her deeply. “You would do that?”

“What?”

“Any hole’s a goal…” I murmur with teasing eyes.

“I kinda tried it once. But, I’ll be honest, you’re kinda huge, and the guy I once almost tried it with wasn’t. In fact, I would have considered him smaller than average. Not so much micro penis, but you get the drift.”

“I see.” The thought of another man inside Madelina brings on a whole other wave of emotions. “So, you’re technically an anal virgin?”

“Yes, but that sounds so…” She trails off, but then her eyes narrow. “And of course, you’re not?”

“You look sexy when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

My mouth finds her collarbone, gently sucking on her soft skin. She remains quiet, biting her bottom lip in anticipation as I reach around to spread her ass.

“How about we try the traditional route first.” I suggest, not wanting her to feel any pain. “I promise to pull out.”

“Are you sure your pull-out game is strong? But just in case, I can take the morning after pill.”

Ialwayswear a condom.

But something possesses me, and I need to feel her bareback as if my life depends on it.

Without any words, I turn back to finish what I started. The moment I slide in, I fight against everything not to blow right then and there.

Somehow, a miracle of sorts, I quickly learn the art of controlling myself enough to last longer.

Even as I lay on my back and Madelina gets on her knees, taking me into her mouth, I chant to myself to fight against the wave.

It lasts all but thirty seconds until I blow. The act, which didn’t bother her in the slightest, only turns me on again.

In the middle of the night, I finally collapse from exhaustion as Madelina sits up and searches for her clothes.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I warn her.

A grin spreads across her exhausted face. “Isn’t this breaking theno strings attachedrules? Thou shalt not sleep over.”

“I don’t fucking care. You are sleeping here. End of story.”

And with Madelina buried in my arms, I sleep like a baby for the first time in the longest of times.

As the first light of dawn creeps through the curtains, my eyes flutter open with a sudden jolt. The storm from the night before has passed, leaving behind a damp stillness in the air.