I hold her, stroking her back, burying my face in her thick glossy hair. I’m replaying the scene, trying to figure out if something went wrong, or if she just needs a moment of aftercare when she says, “You owe me a pair of panties, though.”
I bark a laugh.
“And I’m still wearing this dress out.”
I groan. “Okay, muñeca, wear the dress. But you’ll be held responsible for all the men whose faces meet my knuckles when they ogle you.”
She lets go of me and I reluctantly step back. “You’ll behave.” She sounds like she believes it, which makes me vow to meet her expectations. Even if it f*****g kills me.
~.~
Sedona
I didn’t lie. Not exactly.
He can’t get me pregnant because I already am.
My insides swim around with the misdirection and all the issues I’ve avoided examining come slamming
