The Killing Game(71)

“Bobby . . .”

He slammed a hand down on her mouth. “Don’t say anything. Don’t f*cking say anything.”

She nodded mutely. She knew when she talked too much it ruined it for him. “I’m sorry,” she said around his fingers.

“And don’t f*cking apologize!”

He slid a condom on his rock-hard cock and she ran a hand over the rubbery outside, wishing she could feel his flesh. She’d told him over and over that she was on the Pill, that he didn’t need one, but he’d been burned once by some gal who’d sworn she was taking birth control pills, then oops, she had a pregnancy scare that luckily had turned out to be false.

Now, he swept her hand away and rubbed the tip of the condom between her legs, seeking entry. She was shifting to accommodate him when he slammed into her, hard. Luckily, she was ready for him or he could have ripped something. Then he started pounding away like a battering ram, his breathing rapid and hot in her ear. She tried not to tense up. The first time was always like this, just for him. But the crown of her head began hitting painfully against the wooden arm of the couch, again and again. She tried to slow him down a little, wanted him to recognize that he was hurting her, but he was on a mission for his own pleasure and wasn’t interested in any of her signals. In the end she just went with it. The second time was always better than the first because that was when he gave her a chance to reach an orgasm. Not that she wasn’t crazy wet for him all the time, but when he was so brutal . . . no, that wasn’t the right word . . . when he was so focused, it was kind of difficult for her to actually enjoy herself to the limit.

Then it was over. She felt him exhale, replete, and she wrapped her arms around him tighter and wished he was pumping his sperm inside her instead of into the condom. Immediately her eyes flew open. Had she just thought that? God, no. That wasn’t her! She didn’t want a baby.

But if it was his baby?

She immediately thought of Andi, and how unfair it had been for her, losing Greg’s baby.

It was just as well Bobby was so careful because she didn’t trust herself with him. If for some reason she ended up pregnant, it would crush Andi. Trini had always avowed that she would never have children, whereas it seemed kids were all Andi had ever wished for.

Bobby pulled out of her and sat up on the couch. Trini was disappointed because it seemed like he didn’t intend to go for a second round. She put a hand to her head and gingerly touched the sore spot at the crown. She didn’t mean to. She didn’t want to emphasize that he’d hurt her because he might get angry and leave her, but man, her head throbbed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Guess I’ve just got to get a new couch without wooden arms,” she said lightly.

“You’re complaining?”

“I just don’t want to be knocked out before I can enjoy myself,” she said with an edge.

For a moment his lips tightened, like he was really pissed, but then his expression changed, became more indulgent. “Okay. I’ll be more careful next time,” he said, kissing her lightly.

This was the Bobby she loved. She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, smelling him, wanting him. But he gently pulled away from her and reached for his clothes.

“I came to tell you I can’t stay,” he said regretfully. “I wanted to see you in person.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Are you sure?” Disappointed, Trini started redressing as well. What was it about him that made her serotonin go into overdrive? When he was around, her brain seemed flooded with the stuff that made you feel so damn good.

“Yep.”

“I made enchiladas,” she coaxed. “I just heated one in the microwave, but I’ve got more.”

“Ahh . . . no . . .” He smiled at her. “I can’t stay. I thought we’d just have . . . appetizers,” he said meaningfully.

“Want to go again?” she said, ready to rip off her clothes.

“Maybe. If we’re quick. First, I brought us some energy bars.”

“Energy bars? Now?” She laughed. “Come on, Bobby. I’ve got dinner ready.”

“This is a new kind. They’re really great. I tried one before I came and decided you’ve got to try one.”

“How about after dinner? I’ve got the fixings for a salad, too. I just haven’t put it together yet.”

“I told you, I don’t have time.” He got to his feet abruptly.

“You’re not leaving right now, are you?” She heard the desperate tone in her voice and could have kicked herself.

“Can’t stay.”

“Wait, wait. I’ll try one.”

“No, you don’t want to, so forget it.”

“Bobby!”

“Gotta go, sweetheart. I’ll see you in a week or two.”

“A week or two? What are you talking about? Stay for a minute. I’ll have one of the energy bars.”

“God, Trini, I’m not trying to force you. I just like them and wanted you to like them, too.”

“I get it. Okay. Hand it over.” She held out a hand and wriggled her fingers.

Somewhat reluctantly, he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out one energy bar in bright blue foil and another in magenta. He ignored her outstretched hand and held them in front of her so she could see the front of each bar. The brand was called Cricket Boost. “Which one do you want?”