the muzzle is pressed to my sternum. “Then do it, baby. Kill me.”
Her arms drop a few inches, taking the muzzle down to my belly button when she says, “Why? Why did you lie to me?”
“You know why,” I tell her. “You ratted out my boy, Nash. Without a witness, they can’t keep him in jail.”
“Were you there…that night in the house?” she asks, and I know she’s referring to the house where Harold Cox and his henchmen were killed.
“Yes.”
For a brief second, she squeezes her eyes shut as if recalling a memory. “You were terrifying! I was so scared, scared that you were going to just shoot me without a second thought.”
When I don’t say anything because there’s no point in lying to her, she gasps. “You were going to kill me, weren’t you?”
“That was just a knee-jerk reaction. I let you go, didn’t I?”
“Only because one of the others told you to!” Cora shouts. Thankfully, she finally drops the gun in her hands, letting it fall on the floor so that she can bang her tiny fists on my chest with every other word. “I hate you, and I don’t even know who you really are!”
Grabbing each of her fists in mine, I wrench them around, pinning them to her lower back so that I can close the distance between us. Pressing my chest to hers, our mouths are barely an inch apart. “Say what you really mean, baby. You didn’t come looking for me because you hate me, did you? No, you missed me.” I rest my forehead against hers, then brush the tip of my tongue along the seam of her lips, making them part on a gasp. “You’re just pissed because you slept with another bad guy and loved every fucking second of it.”
“That’s not why I’m…” Cora starts to say before I shove my tongue down her throat to shut her up. She tries to pull away for about a second, before caving, kissing me back just as ferociously. The way she starts rubbing up on my cock like a dog in heat causes so much friction that my towel eventually comes undone, puddling around my feet. My erection slaps against my stomach, ready and eager to get inside of her again. All it takes is a dip of my knees and then I’m under Cora’s short dress, poking her right where I know she needs me. She moans as I walk her backward until she’s lying flat on my mattress, my hands still keeping hers under her back so that her hips are lifted when I straddle them. I groan into her mouth when our lower bodies line up so perfectly. “Fuck, I missed this pussy,” I say as I move my lips down her neck and thrust down into her. “I’m so desperate for you, so hard, I could fuck you just like this through your hot little panties.”
“No!” she exclaims, turning her face away, making my mouth on her neck freeze. “Let me go! You don’t get to kiss me or touch me, you lying asshole!”
I should’ve known that as soon as she found out who I really was, she wouldn’t let me fuck her again. Still, it sucks. I reluctantly release her hands and sit back on my knees. Can’t say I’m even surprised when the right one comes flying up to slap me in the face before she scrambles out from underneath me.
“Is that why you did all the sleuthing, to break into my house and slap me?” I ask when I stand back up and face her while rubbing my left cheek.
“God, don’t I wish!” she huffs, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. When she reaches up to brush her hair out of her face, I notice that her hands are still trembling.
“You and I both know why you’re here, baby. You missed me, and I missed you too,” I admit.
“No, that’s not it at all!” she yells at me. My cold, dead heart wants to break when her pale green eyes sparkle with tears. “I tracked you down to tell you that I’m pregnant!”
“Pregnant?” I repeat, stumbling back several steps until my bare ass hits the corner of the dresser. “No fucking way. There were pills…I watched you take them every single day!”
“Apparently other medications make them less effective,” she explains. “I didn’t know that.”
“Did you do this on purpose?” I growl at her. “Buying you a house and a restaurant wasn’t enough?”
Her jaw