Ghost Dance (Tulsa Thunderbirds Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Probably because I never brought women back to my place. I always went home with them so I could leave whenever I was ready to move on. No need to have them easy to get to at home. I kept a stash in my dresser and made sure to take some with me if I thought I’d be hooking up with someone for the night. At the moment, I was cursing myself for not having protection where I needed it. I peeled myself off London and picked her up, desperate to get inside her as soon as humanly possible. She licked my neck, suckling the scar hidden under my tattoo so hard I nearly tripped on the stairs. This time, she was too busy groping me to help carry her weight, but that was a trade-off I was more than happy to make. She dug into my flesh until her fingernails practically marked me. I set her on the bed and pried her hands off me so I could fetch the box of condoms out of my dresser drawer. At the last second, I saw the box of dental dams beside it and grabbed those, too, just in case I could slow myself down enough to make use of them.
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