I breathe her in, feeling myself finally relax. I let the worry and fear from before wash away, knowing I’ll have to deal with it all tomorrow. For right now, all is right in the world.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I doubt I’ll ever forget waking up, not when I can feel Legs’s slick heat wrapped around my cock. She moans and pushes back into me. She’s not awake. If she were, she’d be kicking my ass. But clearly, she needs this as much as I do. Instead of pulling out like I probably should, I ease back until just the tip is inside her, then thrust back in. She groans again, making it impossible for me to think rationally. I cup her breast and tweak her nipple as I fuck her at a slow and leisurely pace like we have all the time in the world. I know the exact moment she wakes up because she tenses. I take that as my cue to stop going easy on her. I fuck her harder, my grip tightening on her hip hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises. I like the idea of leaving my mark on her. I growl and sink my teeth into the spot where her shoulder meets her neck.
With the snap of pain, her reservations go out the window and she spasms around me, coming with a hoarse scream and triggering my own release. I continue fucking her as I fill her with my cum. Once spent, I lean down and press a kiss to her shoulder, feeling her shiver as I ease myself out of her.
When she doesn’t say anything, I roll her toward me and feel my heart crack at the sight of her tears.
“Oh shit, no. Legs, don’t cry.” I wrap her in my arms, and she doesn’t fight me.
For a few minutes, it’s silent, apart from her sobs, before she pulls back. “Why do you do this to me? Do you hate me so muchthat you get some kind of sick kick out of playing mind games with me?”
“What the fuck? No, that’s not what that was.”
“Then what was it? I wake up to you fucking me like we’re a couple and I’m supposed to just be okay with it?”
“I woke up inside you. You were thrusting back against me.”
“And the big bad biker couldn’t stop me. I’m pregnant, you idiot, that means I’m horny a lot. I can’t be held accountable for what I do when I’m sleeping. But you don’t have that damn excuse.”
“Course I do. My woman is pregnant, that makes me horny too.”
I know immediately that it’s the wrong thing to say. If looks could kill, I’d be a burning pyre of ashes right now.
“I am not your woman, and if you hadn’t undressed me, this wouldn’t have happened,” she snarls as she gets out of bed and storms off to the bathroom to clean herself up. I lie back and groan. This is going to be rough.
I get out of bed, stare at my dick that’s still wet, and feel myself getting hard again. I grab my phone from my cut and fire off a couple of messages, wincing when I see Havoc has called too before texting.
I message Kruger first and tell him I’m okay. I’m back at the apartment, trying to catch a few ZZs after a long night. Next, I scan Havoc’s message and curse when I see he’s coming home today after hearing the news that I’ve been arrested for stalking. Well, at least I can calm him down on that front.
I’m good. I didn’t get arrested for stalking. I was taken in for questioning, and they let me go without pressing charges. It was all a misunderstanding. However, I didn’t get back until late,so I crashed.I still need a few more hoursofsleep before having to deal with everyone’s questions.
Shit, I didn’t mean to write an essay.
I shove my phone away and look to the bathroom door with a frown. It’s awfully fucking quiet. She wouldn’t try getting out the window naked,would she? Not on the second floor. I hurry to the bathroom, not putting anything past her, and find her hunched over the toilet, throwing up.
“Ah, babe.” I reach for her hair and pull it back from her face until she has nothing left to throw up.
“I’m fine. Midas, just leave me alone.”
“No,” I answer. I search through the vanity until I find a washcloth. I run it under the faucet before wringing it out and using it to press against her rosy cheeks. “This normal?”
She shrugs. “For me, yes.”
We sit there in silence, both completely naked, and yet the whole thing feels natural somehow.
I stand up and turn on the shower. “Take a shower. I’ll make you something to eat.”
“I probably won’t keep it down.”
“You still need to try. I’ll make you some toast. Keep it simple.”
She nods reluctantly. I hold my hand out to help her up, but she ignores it and struggles to her feet herself.
“So fucking stubborn.”
She flips me off and climbs into the shower, yanking the curtain closed between us. I sigh, giving her that as I quickly wash up and head out. I get dressed in yesterday’s jeans and T-shirt, take my cut out to the living area, and place it over the arm of the chair. I make toast in the kitchen, pour a glass of orange juice, and place it next to her plate as she walks out in her sweats and T-shirt.
She sits at the counter with gritted teeth, pinning me with her stare. “Where is my underwear?”
