“You’re never allowed near my birth control ever again,” I say, tearing my mouth from his as he makes short work of removing my clothes. “Whatever you say, Peaches.” “I’m serious, Huck. You can’t do this again.” “I want a house full of kids, baby, as many as you’ll give me.” “That’s not you assuring me you won’t trick me into getting pregnant,” I scold, half-heartedly pushing him away. “That’s because I don’t want to lie to you,” he chuckles, pulling my shirt off and latching his lips around my nipple.
