Jesus, April was as magnificent as ever when her temper erupted. My cock strained against my jeans, demanding I smack her ass and fuck her senseless. I couldn’t do either of those things, but as I marched through the rec room with April yelling the house down, I smacked her ass hard.
April squealed and began wriggling in earnest, unwittingly opening the bite mark I’d experienced in the bar fight. The fucker hadn’t healed properly, and I’d got an infection. It had been recently reopened, lanced and restitched. April was tearing the stitches, and I could feel blood seeping out again.
But it was worth the pain and discomfort to get my hands on her. I dumped April on her feet, slammed the door, and locked it. April attacked like a spitting hellcat, and I struggled to hold her off.
A stray hand caught my shoulder, and I cursed. “Fuck sake’s April, stop!” I snapped.
“Let me out,” she yelled. I grabbed a towel and threw it at her.
“Huh?”
“You’ve got blood on you.”
April glanced down and frowned. Her gaze moved up my body and landed on my shoulder. “I did that?” She gasped and rushed me for a different reason this time. Before I could stop her, April was tugging my tee up and checking the wound.
“What the hell happened, Stone?”
“Someone attacked me, and the fucker sank his teeth in during the fight. Funny enough, I believe he assaulted me over you,” I said as April gently touched the bite.
“Okay, sit down. Do you have a first aid kit?”
“In my closet. Who was the guy?”
“Your attack had nothing to do with me. Why would I bother with you, Stone?”
“Good question,” I replied as April cleaned the bite mark. “Have you had trouble with a stalker or ex?”
April laughed with bitterness. “Behave, Stone. Who’d want to stalk me? I do check the mirror. Why did you send those gifts? Why can’t you leave me alone?”
I reached up and caught her hand, getting her attention. “No lie, April, they weren’t from me. I think at best, you have a secret admirer; at the worst, you’ve got a stalker.”
April stared, stunned, then spoke in a small voice. “Are you messing with me, Stone? Nobody wants the fat girl.”
Chapter Ten.
Harlequin
“Seriously, April? Babe, you’re beautiful.”
“Yeah, that’s why you cheated with Chelsea.” She scoffed and wouldn’t look at me or meet my eyes.
“Nope.”
“Stop lying!” April almost screamed.
“I’m not. We’d broken up the night before, and the truth is, I’d been arrested for a teen’s death while street racing! I guessed you’d try to stay and throw your career away. April, I did everything possible to ensure that wouldn’t happen.”
April stared, open-mouthed. Her hand had stilled on my shoulder, where she’d still been cleaning the blood from the wound. Words fell out of me as if I had no control.
“You told Clara you were going to quit your schooling and get a job locally, and I couldn’t let you do that. One night, I was racing, and a teenager died. He was eighteen, not underage or anything, but I was arrested because I was a racer. The cops planned to lock me up and throw away the key. I knew you’d wait and give up college for sure, so I arranged things and broke up with you.”
I drew a breath and carried on. “That morning with Chelsea was staged, at least by me. I guessed you’d be back that morning, so I picked Chelsea up. Chelsea had made moves in the past, and I was certain that bitch would jump into my bed. The truth was, I used her to ensure you walked away. I heard the car pull up, so I began touching and kissing her. It was awful. But I did it to make sure you believed I cheated.
“Yeah, Chelsea went down on me. That was extremely unpleasant, and my cock barely reacted. I knew you were watching. April, I needed you to believe that what you were seeing was real. You did, and you went on to have a wonderful career.”
April kept staring in disbelief.
“Say something.”
