I rolled off her and reached for the last one on the nightstand. I had never gone through this many rubbers in a night, but with Whitney, I couldn’t get enough. She was the most addictive drug ever to hit my system. When I thought about her, it was a constant push for more, more, more.

After sliding on the condom, I settled back between her legs and pushed inside. It was still fucking amazing, but I knew damn well nothing could compare to going bare with her.

Something I’d never done before.

Commodore and my dad had drilled it into my head—women will try anything to get knocked up with a potential Riscoff heir, and I’d seen enough evidence to believe it. Whitney making me use a condom once again told me she was different.

She wanted nothing from me except maybe my dick and the orgasms I gave her, and even those might be in jeopardy.

“You know we’d figure it out if something happened. I’d take care of you.”

Whitney’s blue eyes widened. “Don’t say that. Do you know what would happen if something . . . happened? My family would disown me. And then your family? I don’t even want to think about it. They’d run me out of town on a rail. Probably take out a hit. Taint the Riscoff line with Gable blood? Your mother would hack me into pieces, after she ran me over with a car and shot me a dozen times.”

Whitney was right. My mother would go ballistic if she knew about this. She would lose her goddamned mind. I would never hear the end of it. Ever.

A smile curled my lips.

It wouldn’t be the end of the world, though.

“I’d protect you from her. I wouldn’t let any of them touch you.”

Whitney placed a finger over my lips to stop me from saying anything else. “We’re not talking about this. Stop putting shit like that out into the universe. If you mention it again, I will refuse to see you again.”

“Fine.” I kissed her finger before I thrust inside her. We both let out harsh groans.

“How is it always so good?” she said, moaning and arching her back.

I shifted so I was on my knees, never losing contact. “Because we’re fucking perfect together.”

Her blue gaze collided with mine before she rolled her eyes. “You say that to all the girls.”

“It’s never been like this before. Never,” I told her with a shake of my head. “I’m not lying. No bullshit.”

Her skeptical look faded when I started to move, and I could already feel her muscles fluttering around me. I’d only had two nights with her, but I’d made a study of her body like I was going to be tested on it. Learning what she liked. What made her go off like the Fourth of July. It was my most favorite subject of all time.

By the time she’d come twice, I unloaded into the condom, and Whitney dozed off for a few minutes after we cleaned up. I wrapped myself around her naked body again, and I couldn’t help but think about keeping her. Making her mine. Saying fuck the feud. My family. Her family.