Kyra was decked out in a maroon sleeveless top with aVso deep it showed off the top curves of her tits, a snug black skirt that came to just above her knees and hugged her hips and ass, and black leather boots that rose to just below her knees and had a bit of a heel.
He hated that she looked so fucking good. Mostly because she hadn’t dressed like that for him, but that other asshole.
“You got panties on under that skirt?”
She rolled her eyes. “I did. But Glen saved them as a souvenir.”
That had him off the couch, across the small room, and pinning Kyra to the closest wall in a fucking flash.
He pressed his mouth to her ear and growled, “He fuck you as good as me? He make you come all over his fuckin’ dick?”
She pushed at his chest with both hands. “You don’t own me, Zeke, and I don’t owe you?—”
Before she could finish, he had his hand worked up her skirt. He was relieved to find she was lying. She not only still wore panties, but the center at her crease was dry as fuck.
She shoved at him again with one hand and smacked his arm with the other. “You have no right to touch me like that.”
The fuck he didn’t. “Wanted me touchin’ you the other night.”
“I also told you afterward that having sex with you was a mistake. That remains true. Now, release me.”
Zeke sucked on his teeth but stepped back, reluctantly freeing her. He needed to stop doing shit that pushed her away.
She set her purse down on the coffee table, took in the mess, and shook her head. “Seems like you two had a good time. Did he give you any problems when putting him to bed?”
“Gave me no fuckin’ problems. Not like his mother.” His gaze got stuck on her ass. In that skirt. And those legs that had been wrapped around him just the other night.
“Thank you for staying with him. You can go now.” She turned.
He slowly lifted his gaze. Not giving a shit that she knew he was checking out her ass. “Will go when I’m ready.”
“No, I’m tired and want to go to bed. I highly doubt youwant to share it with me after I was just out with another man.”
He pulled in a breath to try to tamp down the fire building inside him. That fire was what got him thrown behind bars too many times.
Her eyebrows rose. “You don’t like that I had a date with someone else? Huh. Just imagine we were actually together and you caught me giving head to another man.”
Those flickering flames were now roaring. “Time to let that shit go,” he growled.
“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one wronged.”
“Woman, you kept my son from me. That’s so much fuckin’ worse.”
“Your opinion.”
“Yeah, and my opinion fuckin’ counts when it comes to my kid. Pissed at me or not, you shoulda stuck around and let me be his fuckin’ father.”
“Like you were father material,” she huffed.
“Didn’t give me a fuckin’ chance. Maybe I woulda been happy that I knocked you up.”
“The only reason you would’ve been is to keep me under your thumb.” Her blue eyes suddenly went wide and her mouth formed anO. “Wait a minute. Did you do something to get me pregnant?”
Four years ago, he wouldn’t have been happy to find out that Kyra was pregnant. But he also didn’t know she was going to ghost him. He figured she’d eventually get over being pissed about his fuck up.
“Fucked you.”
“No, I meant sabotage the condom.”
