Winston Brothers Box Set - Stacey Lewis Page 0,187
wears off, I release Mel and pull out of her. My body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but I smile when she barely moves and a soft, sleepy sigh slips from her lips. I see some of my semen drip out down her leg, and I wonder if she’s on any type of birth control.
I didn’t think to stop and use a condom... again. Fuck.
“Are you on any type of birth control?”
Melody’s cheeks turn pink at my question “What?” She seems taken back by my question and slightly embarrassed all at once. “What do you mean you didn’t use a condom?”
“Uh, Mel, you were here. Did you see me even have time to grab a condom?”
She shoves up off the desk to glare at me, but all I can focus on is her naked body and how it’s on display for me. Unfortunately, she doesn’t let me look for long, because when she realizes I’m staring at her tits she huffs out an annoyed breath and covers her chest with on arm. As much as I don’t want her to, she starts searching for her clothes, covering that beautiful body so I can’t see it any longer.
“That’s not even the point, Remy,” she tells me once she’s covered again. “How could you have sex with me without using a freaking condom?”
Well, shit. “I guess now isn’t a good time to tell you I didn’t use one last time either, huh?”
Mel’s eyes practically bug out of her head, her mouth dropping open dramatically. “Oh. My. God.” Her lips start moving, but she’s not making any sound and a lip reader I am not. She’s staring up at the ceiling and avoiding meeting my eyes until finally, she sags in relief. “Thank goodness.” I lift one eyebrow in question, a talent that comes in handy, and after a few more seconds, she explains. “I think it’s the wrong time of the month for me to get pregnant, so we should be good.”
For reasons I don’t want to admit, I’m disappointed. It makes me a huge asshole, but if Mel got pregnant, she’d be forced to deal with me. Actually, I need to explore that idea a little more, because the idea of her having to be a part of my life is extremely attractive.
“This can’t happen again, Remy.” Arms crossed over her chest, she tries to look stern, but I see right through it now.
My head tilts to one side and I study her until she squirms under my attention. “What can’t happen? Sex? I assure you, that can, and will happen again. Soon if I have any say.”
A growl rumbles in her throat but it’s not at all threatening. “I don’t think so, Remy, but if by some crazy chance it does, there will definitely be a condom.”
Oh, I don’t think so. “Disagree. I like being inside you without one way too much to start using one now.”
Mel is silent, like she can’t believe I just said that, and when she doesn’t say anything else, I tell her what else I want from her. Why not, right? “I want to take you out. Dinner? Tonight? I mean, we’ve fucked twice now. We’re kinda doing this backwards.”
She immediately starts shaking her head. “No dates, Remy. Dates lead to the belief that we can be something more and I already told you I don’t do commitments. I’m not in that place right now. And I also told you I don’t date younger guys.” I know her words are meant to be an insult, and as much as I want to say I don’t give a fuck about what she says, I do.
“What the fuck does age have to do with this? So, I’m younger than you. What does it matter? It’s not like you’re robbing the cradle. It’s a couple of years, not a decade.” I’m furious, and when she lifts her gaze from the floor, hands smoothing down over her blouse, I know she can tell how pissed I am.
My anger feeds hers, so she lifts her chin in such a way that somehow, she’s looking down at me even though I’m taller. What kind of sorcery is that?
“Age aside, it would never work between us, so stop trying. That’s not even up for discussion. You also need to get the money you paid to the hospital back. It was a nice gesture, and I do appreciate it, but I’ll never have the kind of money that will make