Her cheeks flame as she tucks her hair behind her ear, the shy motion charming. “Well, there’s a bunch ofeverythingeverywhere,” she says, referring to our combined mess between our legs. “We didn’t use a condom.”
No, we didn’t. It’s not like me to have a complete mental blackout, but apparently, my brain ceased to operate at total capacity the moment we met. “I fucked up.”
That’s all I’ve got because I can’t rewind time, and I own my mistakes. I’m never reckless, and my current behavior is grossly out of character.
“I’m not on birth control,” Kerri announces, her brow knit with concern. “And I’ve only been with two people, the last of which was months ago.” Not gonna lie. The stink eye she gives me cuts deep. “ShouldIbe worried?”
“I’m never careless.” This isn’t the conversation I want to have with my dick buried in her. I stroke my knuckles down the side of her face. “I’m clean, and I had a vasectomy.”
I have no intention of procreating.
Ever.
I’m not inflicting my DNA on anyone. If Discord adds a branch to our family tree, that’s on him.
The slightest hint of shock and…sadness?…crosses Kerri’s face. She tilts her head and studies me for what feels like a fucking eternity. Eventually, her expression relaxes. It doesn’t take a genius to read her. She has a million questions, none of them she voices, thankfully. She lets out a little laugh, and she wiggles on top of me. I bite back a groan as sparks from my dick travel through my body. “Your piercing tickles.”
I give Kerri a light slap on the ass and drag her up the length of my semi-hard shaft. Her intake of breath as we disengage is sexy as hell and has me wanting to sit her amazing body right back down on me, but she squirms out of my grasp, quick as a flash.
If I wasn’t…me…I might be a tad insulted.
“Sick of me so soon?” Goddamnit, I didn’t mean to say the quiet part out loud or sound so hostile as I watch her pull on her shirt.
“Hardly.” She nearly stumbles over her feet as she shimmies into her underwear. “I have to pee.” She looks about ready to die of embarrassment. As if I haven’t seen her go in and out of the bathroom every day. But suddenly now she’s shy? Must be a female thing, one I’ll never understand. Whatever. As long as she’s not running from me, becausethatwould bother me, and I don’t fucking know why. “Besides, isn’t this what I’m supposed to do? Get dressed and go?”
It’s meant to be lighthearted, I assume. A throwaway line accompanied by a nervous little laugh as she heads for the door, but it hits me like a fucking truck to the face. I launch off the bed, nearly making a jackass out of myself because I get tangled in the sheets. Kerri spins around, startled when I grab her arm.
“And who the fuck put that bullshit in your head?”
Kerri glances at my hand clamped around her forearm before slowly bringing her gaze back to my face. “Havoc, you’re hurting me.”
I pull her in closer. “Answer me.”
“It was a joke.”
“No, it wasn’t,” I counter before kissing her roughly. When I pull away, I’m still roaring pissed at her flippant remark. “You aren’t Other Women. Do you understand me?” She nods, but there’s a world of confusion in her eyes. I jab a finger at the bed. “You go do what you gotta do, and when you’re done, you get your ass back in this bed.”
Her brows shoot up, and a bemused smile tugs at her lips. “You seem adamant about this.”
“Damn fucking right, I’madamantabout this.”
Kerri pries my fingers from around her arm. “Keep my spot warm.” She places a peck on my cheek.
Like an idiot, I’m naked and stewing in my temper because she acted precisely how every other woman I fucked behaved. They knew better than to linger. They never made nuisances of themselves. Never complained when I booted them out of my bed at Sanctum—I never made the mistake of bringing a woman home. Then Kerri comes along and spins my world upside down.
I don’t recognize myself half the time anymore. I’m hoping now that we’ve fucked, I’ll get back to myself.
Yeah, okay.
I’ll never get this woman out of my system.
Everything in me tenses and aches for her when she returns to the bedroom. It’s not my fault. The blame lands on her for looking cute as hell in that shirt and with her hair all messy. Her cheeks still have a flush to them and her eyes are beautifully glazed.
She sees me staring, and her brows pinch in a frown. “What?”
“Admiring the view.”
Because why lie?
