He leaned up. “Technically, I volunteered.”
I scrambled away from him. “Are you serious? You want to get your dick wet in some whore?”
“It’s just sex.”
“You promised, Cruz.” My voice rose with every word. “You promised you wouldn’t fuck around on me, and now, you’re making it a career move?”
He bolted off the bed, stalking closer to me. “I promised I wouldn’t fuck around behind your back. That’s why I’m talking to you about it. I don’t even know the girl. Bullet needs help with his business. I fuck her once, get paid, and get some club credit with Bullet. What’s the issue?”
My arms dropped to my side and my throat tightened. I suffocated in the dark cavern where my heart was supposed to beat. Tendrils of fear clawed at my thoughts.
We’d talked.
We’d fought.
We’d promised.
But Cruz’s promises were only skin deep. And I felt the betrayal to my core.
“No issue.” My hands trembled as I grabbed my T-shirt off the dresser and tugged it over my head. I had to get out of here. Where were my panties?
“What are you doing?” He closed the space between us and wrapped his arms around me. His chest was warm, his arms were strong and roped with veins, and his cock hardened against my ass.
Tears burned in my eyes. I couldn’t do this. He didn’t get it. He’d throw us away for a stupid patch. “I’m going home.”
“Micki—”
I tried to slip free, but he held me tight. The sweet way he called me Micki wasn’t going to work on me, not this time. “You want permission to cheat on me?”
“It wouldn’t be cheating,” he said.
“What do you call sticking your dick into another girl?”
“Fucking.”
I rolled my eyes to keep tears from filling them. “We agreed. When you fuck someone who isn’t me, you’re cheating.”
“Okay.” He held me even tighter, bent his neck, and breathed me in. “I wasn’t thinking. This, you and me, isn’t the same.” His fingers trailed along my arm sending a shiver over my flesh and making my tummy quiver.
“If it isn’t the same when you’re with me, then what are we?”
“Why does it have to be complicated? We’re together.”
“That’s not enough.” Tears slipped onto my cheeks. “Not if it wouldn’t bother you to fuck someone else.” I stepped away, and he let me go. “You could sleep with someone and not have it mean anything?”
He sat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just tell me the truth.”
“Then yeah. It wouldn’t mean anything.”
“Oh my god. You really don’t get it. Sex means nothing to you.”
He growled and rolled his shoulders. “I didn’t say that. Sex with you means everything because it’s you. You know my body count, and I didn’t have feelings for any of them.”
I wiped tears from my cheek and shook my head. “This is partly my fault.”
“There’s no fight here, McKelle.”
