lets his brother get married to a girl he barely knows? I’m going to beat his ass.
Olivia moans, her hand grazing my chest. My skin tingles with the sensation. Much as I’d like to watch her sleep, I’d better wake her up. There’s no way she’ll laugh off our accidental marriage like I’m about to. I run my hand up and down her arm. Then a smile curves into her cute cheeks.
“Hmm?”
“Wake up, babe.” I plant a kiss between her brows, and her eyelashes flutter. When her eyes open, she’s still smiling.
Which surprises the hell out of me.
She inches forward, that playful grin on her lips as she kisses my stunned mouth. And a glow I’ve never felt before pulses in my chest. My hand grasps the back of her head as I deepen the kiss, and then her thigh slides across my waist. Long black hair falls like a curtain around her face, tickling my skin. She’s straddling me. The sly grin says it all.
I want her.
I want her so badly my cock aches, but I can’t. She obviously doesn’t remember.
As if there was any doubt, she mouths, “Fuck me.”
“Do you remember last night?”
Olivia bends over, her mouth kissing a trail near my cheek. “Hell, yeah, I do. Gage, it was amazing. I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”
A swell of pride expands my chest. “Nothing else?”
She pulls back, frowning.
“Man, that is just like a woman to forget all the romance and remember only the sex. What am I, a piece of meat?”
“Oh, shut up. As if you tried to romance me.”
I just can’t help myself. “Don’t worry, that’ll change. I mean, now that we’re married and all.”
She sits bolt upright, her tits bouncing on her chest. I lean forward to grab one of them, but she smacks my hand away. “What do you mean, married?”
I waggle the makeshift ring in her direction. It’s funnier than it should be to watch the horror unfold on her face. She looks at her own hand and screams. The sound punctures my ears.
“Oh my God!” She leaps from me and bounces off the bed, ripping the blade of grass from her hand. “Fuck!”
“Yep.”
“We got married!”
“That’s right.”
“We got the priest to sign the form and everything. Oh my God—what were we thinking?”
I suppress a laugh as she grabs the comforter off the bed, wrapping it around herself. “I’m pretty sure the both of us were blasted out of our minds.”
“Then why the hell did he marry us?” she roars.
“I dunno, wifey. Maybe he was drunk, too.”
She pales, raising an arm to point at me. “Do not call me wifey.”
“That’s what you are, though.”
It’s hard not to fucking bust out laughing at her sheer panic.
“This isn’t funny, goddamn it!”
“You have to admit it’s kind of hilarious.”
Pacing with the comforter wrapped around her shoulders, she suddenly moans. “What’ll Mom say?”
The jubilance in my belly hardens to lead.
“Oh my God.”
The sharp note of panic in her voice makes my heart seize. Olivia swallows a lump in her throat, her face rapidly draining of color.
“What?”
Her lips hardly move. “We didn’t use a condom.”
Oh fuck.
Oh God.
Olivia flinches as I grab her shoulders through the comforter. Her mournful eyes fill me with jackhammering fear.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
Numbed, she shakes her head.
The horror of it dawns on me as I realize what I’ve done. “Fuck. Shit!”
You fucking asshole. You might’ve gotten her pregnant.
I want to send my fist through the drywall, but I don’t want to scare her. This wasn’t her fault—it’s mine. Damn it, I’m always religious about using a rubber. What the hell made me forget it this time?
She glowers at me. “Not so funny now, is it?”
“Shit, I’m really sorry. I should’ve used a goddamn condom.”
A whimper leaves her chest as she sinks down to her knees, engulfed in a soft bubble of the comforter. “It’s not your fault,” she says, her voice muffled. “We were both wasted. Let’s just hope nothing comes out of it.”
I’m not sure hope is going to be enough when I fucked nearly a gallon of cum inside her last night. She bows her head, her shoulders shaking.
I’m not good with crying girls. Hell, it’s been so long since Kara that I’ve forgotten how to deal with this. My hand lays over her head, and I brush back her hair.
I search myself for the correct words to say. “It’ll be fine. We only fucked twice. It’ll be a miracle if you get pregnant.”
She lifts her head, fixing