Had that really just happened? Had he really just made love to his cousin, or had he fallen asleep in front of the fire, and all of that had just been some horrible, yet wonderful dream? If his spent body wasn’t telling him that he’d—once again—had the best orgasm of his life, he probably could have convinced himself it was just a fantasy, but he wasn’t so demented that he could delude himself in that way. It hadn’t been a dream. He really had been thrusting into Jessie. He’d listened to her cry out in ecstasy, felt her body clench around him as she came. And he’d released inside of her. Right now, she was carrying a part of him within her. The thought made his stomach feel like it had just been sliced open. Standing, Kai glanced down at his limp, fulfilled body. At least one of them was happy about this. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and debated having another heart to heart with his seemingly independent male parts.
