“You’re just what?”
“We… we had unprotected sex. I’ve never had unprotected sex with anyone but you. And I’m not on any form of birth control. I quit taking the pill, shortly after..,” she shrugs. “Well, you know. So I’ve never needed to go back on them.”
I’m relieved. It isn’t regret she’s feeling. I’m glad she’s always been safe. That no one has come inside of her but me. No one else should have been there in the first place. That shit’s on me. Never again will she be touched by anyone else.
“I’ve never gone without one, either, since you. So there’s only one solution to this tiny little problem. Tomorrow first thing, I’m calling a doctor, because there is no way I’m using one again. Not when I just had my first taste of you again. No damned way.”
I look down at her red-rimmed eyes. Her face has that freshly-fucked look. In spite of her being an absolute mess, she’s beautiful.
“Well about that, too,” she says. Then sniffles.
“About what?”
“Don’t you think we got a little carried away? We don’t even know each other anymore. And aren’t you forgetting someone?”
She sits up, pulling herself into a standing position.
“Forgetting who?”
“Uh, Emerald. Your girlfriend, whore, slut, or whatever she is to you.”
“Emerald? She isn’t jack shit to me. Never was.”
“I beg to differ. She hates me as much as I hate her. And you’ve been with her for years. There is no way in hell she’s just going to walk away from you.”
“You beg to differ? Am I on trial now? Because that sounds like a bunch of lawyer bullshit to me. When I tell you she means nothing to me, I mean it. I haven’t been with her or anyone else for well over a month, and she’s damn stupid if she thinks I would choose her over you. The only woman who has ever meant anything to me is standing right in front of me, and if she doesn’t shut her mouth and get the fuck over here and kiss me, I’m going to stick my cock in her mouth and shut her up myself.”
She sighs, then rolls those pretty little eyes and waltzes right out without kissing me. Fucking pain in my ass already.
This talk is not over by a long shot.
Chapter Ten
Calla
Cain struts out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his confidence following right behind him.
“You don’t walk out of an important conversation. You and me, we’re talking this out. And quit thinking so much. I promise you, I’m clean.”
He tosses me a t-shirt he pulls out of the dresser.
“Here, put this on. Tomorrow I’ll get someone to go buy you some clothes.”
Catching it in mid-air, I slip it over my head. It’s huge, of course, hanging down to just above my knees and practically falling off my shoulders.
I watch him with his back to me. He takes out a pair of shorts, steps into them, and pulls them up and over his ass. He drops the towel and turns around and faces me.
“Very sexy,” he smirks.
“I believe you when you say you’re clean, but we can’t just go around and have unprotected sex. I could get pregnant? too, you know.”
His eyes gleam back at me with amusement.
“You’re not pregnant. Quit analyzing shit. We’ll deal with it. Right now it’s getting late, I want to grab something quick to eat and get some sleep. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. I don’t have jack shit in here to eat except for peanut butter and jelly and some chips. I’ll get someone to hit up the grocery store tomorrow, too.”