“I can smell your wet pussy from here.”
Lust gone, I grumbled, “Grow up, perv. I’m swooning from a crush, not soaking my panties.”
“A crush,” he said and chuckled like I was dumb.
“Would it really be better if I only wanted to ride your dick?”
“Maybe. I don’t know what either of us can do with a crush.”
“Well, I have girly feelings for you,” I said and inched away from him. “Maybe I’ve confused attraction with something else. I never dated before Sutter. I just don’t find men that sexy. I even thought I might be a lesbian, but I don’t find women at all that sexy, either. So, then I thought maybe I was asexual, and my vibrator would be my great love.”
“Are you planning to help me with the hard-on you’ve inspired?”
“You have two perfectly good hands, Zodiac. They know exactly how you like your dick handled, too. What do you need me for?”
Zodiac still played with my hair. “You really don’t get fucking, do you?”
“Not really.”
“If you really didn’t come here to fuck, what the hell do you want to talk about? Is this your way of saying you want to date? Is marriage your end goal here?”
“No way do I want to get married, but dating could be fun. The problem is I can’t show up and ride your dick whenever I want, can I?”
“Because of the Void?”
“No, because your dick is likely toxic,” I said and gestured at his crotch. “I’m surprised you didn’t give me a disease from our quickie at the clubhouse.”
Zodiac’s expression turned sour. “I keep my dick safe. I eat healthy. I exercise. I go to the doctor for checkups. I take care of myself because no one loves me more than I love myself.”
Whenever Zodiac gave away how he grew up unloved, I immediately wanted to wrap him in my affection and fix what others broke.
“This baby might love you,” I said softly, trying to see Zodiac as a normal man rather than an unknowable beast. “He probably won’t love you more than you love yourself. Kids are naturally selfish. They need to learn empathy and how to sacrifice for others.”
“Well, no one taught me those things, and I’m not learning them now.”
Losing my soft feelings for Zodiac, I blurted out, “Will you be mean to our kid?”
“Maybe. I don’t edit myself around children. I tell Nova’s girls when they fuck up.”
I cradled my belly and frowned at him. “You and I should fuck a few times, so I get this crush out of my system. Then, I’ll focus on the baby, and you can be you without any hassles.”
“Don’t get your feelings bruised up like a dropped banana. Kids are tough enough to handle a rude mouth.”
“I don’t want to raise our baby in the same way you were raised. I want him to feel loved.”
Zodiac nodded while tapping my nose. “Yeah, but he can’t be weak.”
“My brother isn’t weak.”
“Your son is.”
“No, he’s not,” I muttered, ready to go to war for my boy. “Sutter knows karate. When a kid bullied him at school, he broke the little shit’s finger without losing his cool. The principal usually babied Sutter, but he insisted on an in-school suspension as punishment.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Sutter stayed in the principal’s office all day for a week.”
“How is that a punishment?”
