nipped at her shoulder with his teeth, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body and making her acutely aware of his cock still deep inside her. “I guess I’ll sacrifice myself and get dressed. I should toss this condom, anyhow. You stay there.”
She let out a little sigh when he moved away from her, his body leaving hers. It was immediately cold in the bedroom without his warmth, and so she pulled the sex-scented blankets around her like a cocoon. “Check on Donner, too, will you? Make sure he’s not in a peanut-butter coma?” The jar had been nearly empty when she’d given it to him. She’d almost tossed it last night, and then had kept it to keep him distracted. He did love peanut butter so much. He got it all over his gray muzzle and it was the cutest thing.
Smiling, she turned in bed and watched Caleb as he emerged from the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and pulled on his jeans and boots. “Be right back,” he promised, kissing her before leaving the bedroom.
She closed her eyes and snuggled under the blankets, wondering how many condoms they had left. She wanted to lie in Caleb’s arms all day, but she knew they’d been steadily working through her supply. Maybe she’d call the doctor when she got paid again, get on the pill. She could take control of that situation, she decided, and it was an idea she liked. She wondered what it would feel like to have sex with Caleb without the condom, and daydreamed about that for a brief moment.
The doorbell rang.
That was weird. Amy sat up in bed, frowning. Why would Caleb ring her doorbell if he was going outside . . .
She gasped, surging out of bed. Oh no. Oh god, no. She knew who that was. She knew who would ring her doorbell today.
Blake. Fucking Blake.
Amy dragged her shirt on—well, Caleb’s shirt—and finger-combed her hair. She dragged her robe over her body, but the tie was nowhere to be seen. Shit. She wrapped the robe tight around her waist and then, holding it closed, left the bedroom.
Caleb stood at the front door, and she saw Blake was facing off against him on the other side of the threshold. Both were scowling at one another, and she saw Blake was wearing another tailored suit . . . while Caleb wasn’t even wearing a shirt. His tanned chest and tousled hair made it obvious what they were doing.
She ran a hand through her hair again and tried to find her courage. “Go away, Blake.” God, did her voice have to choose that moment to squeak?
“I told you I would be back, Amy,” Blake said in his most patient and dismissive voice. “You were going to pack your things so we could leave, remember?” His lip curled as he studied Caleb. “Clearly there was a misunderstanding.”
Caleb looked over at her, and she mentally cringed. Please don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me.
But his eyes were calm as he gazed at her. “You want to handle this, baby, or do you want me to?”
It felt like all the breath she’d been holding suddenly left her.
He was going to let her figure this out. Let her choose. For some reason, she smiled. Amy felt stronger. Prouder. She stood a little taller as she hugged her robe closed, and surprisingly, she didn’t feel a bit of shame—not anymore—at her ex-husband catching them undressed. “I’ve got it. Thank you, Caleb.” She turned to Blake, taking a few steps forward until she stood in front of the door—and in front of her lover. She faced down her controlling ex-husband with a calm expression, even though her heart was pounding. “There’s no misunderstanding. I never said I would go anywhere with you. You said that. I never agreed.”
His jaw tensed, like it always did when he was about to snap. It used to fill her with terror, knowing that she was going to get an earful of berating. “You’re being irrational, Amy,” he warned.
“I’m not,” Amy said, and her voice was stronger this time. “You’re the one that’s not grasping the fact that we got divorced. I have court documents that say we’re done, Blake. I left the state to get away from you. What part of this can’t you seem to understand?”
“You don’t know what you want,” he said, dismissive. His gaze flicked to Caleb and his lip curled, but she noticed he made no move to come into the house.
Good.