The way it always felt withZane.
Hiswords.
Hisvoice…
His kisses on myface.
Then he started to come, pressing me down with the force of his hips slamming into me over and again until he completely lost it, went rigid, and let go. I felt him blow, deep insideme.
Then slowly he relaxed against me, breathing hard. He gave a few more random, lazy thrusts as he moaned against my neck. He was murmuring more filthy shit about how beautiful I was, how tight and hot my pussywas…
Then he said the dirtiest thing ofall.
I heard him say it, but I wished I didn’t. I didn’t want to acknowledge it, and I definitely didn’t want to believe he felt that way aboutme.
I loveyou.
I heard the whisper of his smoky voice. Felt his breath on my ear. His lips softly brushing myneck.
And I knew I had to get out ofhere.
I had to stopthis.
I pushed him off. He grabbed at himself, narrowly saving the condom from slippingoff.
Fuck.FUCK.
I didn’t even notice him putting the condom on or give it a split second of thought. I was sleepy, barely awake when he rolled me over and started fucking me, but that was noexcuse.
It definitely wasn’t the first time I’d let Zane fuck me without making sure he had a condom on. It wasn’t the first time I’d left that particularly important detail up tohim.
What the motherfuck was wrong withme?
Fuckingseriously.
This was such amistake.
I wasn’t even on the pill. Hadn’t been for years. I got all kinds of weird side effects when I was on birth control; it just didn’t work for me. Yeast infections and cysts and all kinds of shit the doctors could never quite explain, but I knew it was the hormones in the pill. Every time I was on it, same problems. When I was off it, no such problems atall.
Which meant that as a presumably fertile twenty-six-year-old woman who wasn’t on birth control, I was particularly vulnerable topregnancy.
Not to mention the fact that every time I fucked Zane I was potentially getting into bed with every skank he’d everscrewed.
And there’d been alotofskanks.
What the hell did I want to do, end up just like my mom? With some surprise pregnancy, mother to the child of some womanizing rock star who’d never even wanted to be a daddy in the first place—and turned out to be a horribleone?
And with some fucking venereal disease toboot?
Justfuck.
Zane had rid himself of the condom and was staring at me. He must’ve been reading all the shit I was thinking on my face, because his eyebrows furled and he started shaking hishead.
“Whatever the fuck you’re thinking in that overactive brain of yours,” he said, “just stop. Right the fuck now, just stop,Maggie.”
“Fuck this.” I flew out of bed and started pulling on clothes. I tripped on his stupid boots, banging the hell out of my knee on the coffee table. “FUCK.”
“I told you,” he said, “just stop.” He was sitting back on the bed, leaning against the headboard like it was his fucking throne or something, all king-of-cool and naked and gorgeous, and all I wanted to do was get the fuck out of thisroom.
