Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I listened to him, understanding that he was worried about not having used a condom, but he’d pulled out. The cum was on me, not in me. The only thing bothering me was…he seemed to think we needed to get checked.
“I’ll clean you up,” he said, climbing off the bed and walking, naked, toward my bathroom.
I lay there, not sure if I should have said something or if I was missing something. He seemed more concerned than I would have liked.
Had he…had he had sex since we had a few days ago? When was the last time he had gotten checked? And was I jealous—because he’d had sex recently enough with someone else—more than I was worried about getting an STD?
When he returned, he paused and looked down at me. The damp cloth was fisted in his hand. “I should be feeling like a bastard right now, but seeing my cum on your pretty skin only makes me want to rub it all over you,” he said hoarsely. Then, he looked up to meet my gaze. “I want to see my cum leaking out of your cunt, Tink. I came real damn close to unloading that inside you.”
I let out a shaky breath. If he had, this would have been a much different conversation. As much as I loved seeing the territorial gleam in his eye, there was one problem with that scenario. I had never taken birth control a day in my life. I hadn’t needed it. I’d figured when the time came for sex, we would use a condom.
Now understanding how different it felt with him bare, I got the need for birth control. I wanted to do that again. I wanted him to come inside me. I wanted to see him look at me like that while we were still joined.
He began to clean my stomach, then between my legs before tossing the cloth to the floor.
“Sit up,” he instructed me. “Let me pull the covers back.”
I did so, helping him get them out from under my butt, then slid beneath them as he climbed in beside me. I was unsure what it was he needed me to say. I wasn’t sorry we’d had sex, and honestly, the sight of him shooting his cum onto me wasn’t one I wanted to ever forget.
Micah slid his knuckle under my chin and tilted my head back to look at him. “You’re not on any birth control, are you?”
I hesitated, then shook my head.
“I was just tested two weeks ago. I’ve been with someone else since then, other than you. I used a condom though. I always use a condom. You’re safe. I promise, but I’ll get checked just to give you some reassurance.”
Again, I should be concerned about the STD thing, but I wasn’t. Not when he had just admitted to sleeping with some other woman. I was more focused on the when. Had it been before us or in between our two times? I felt a sick knot in my stomach and wished I didn’t care.
“Say something, Tink,” he urged.
I blinked up at him. What did I say? I’d just had the best sexual experience of my life—not that I had many to compare it to, but I seriously doubted it got better than that—and he wanted to discuss his sex life with other girls and getting tested for sexually transmitted diseases.
He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “I can see your brain spinning. Your eyes give you away. Just talk to me.”
Okay. Fine. Just be blunt. He sure is.
“Have you had sex with another woman since we slept together?” I asked.
The right corner of his mouth twitched slightly. If I hadn’t been studying him so closely, I would have missed it.
“That’s what has that unhappy frown puckering your brows?” he asked with an amused tone.
I started to turn away from him, angry that he was going to tease me about this. He’d asked, and I had been honest. Now, he was going to make light of it.
His arm clamped down over my waist, holding me in my place. “Oh, no, you don’t. Stop getting all worked up into a snit.”
I glared at him. “You asked me, and then you made me feel like an idiot when I told you the truth.”
He leaned down and rested his forehead against mine. “That wasn’t what I meant to do. I’m sorry. I just hadn’t expected that to be what you were worried about. The answer is no. I’ve not touched a woman or looked in her fucking direction since you were in my bed. I swear.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “We need to get you on birth control,” he said softly, then pressed a kiss to my chin. “Because now that I’ve had you raw, I’m gonna need it every time.”