The Wrath of Cain(29)

“I’ve never gone without one, either, since you. So there’s only one solution to this tiny little problem. Tomorrow first thing, I’m calling a doctor, because there is no way I’m using one again. Not when I just had my first taste of you again. No damned way.”

I look down at her red-rimmed eyes. Her face has that freshly-f*cked look. In spite of her being an absolute mess, she’s beautiful.

“Well about that, too,” she says. Then sniffles.

“About what?”

“Don’t you think we got a little carried away? We don’t even know each other anymore. And aren’t you forgetting someone?”

She sits up, pulling herself into a standing position.

“Forgetting who?”

“Uh, Emerald. Your girlfriend, whore, slut, or whatever she is to you.”

“Emerald? She isn’t jack shit to me. Never was.”

“I beg to differ. She hates me as much as I hate her. And you’ve been with her for years. There is no way in hell she’s just going to walk away from you.”

“You beg to differ? Am I on trial now? Because that sounds like a bunch of lawyer bullshit to me. When I tell you she means nothing to me, I mean it. I haven’t been with her or anyone else for well over a month, and she’s damn stupid if she thinks I would choose her over you. The only woman who has ever meant anything to me is standing right in front of me, and if she doesn’t shut her mouth and get the f*ck over here and kiss me, I’m going to stick my cock in her mouth and shut her up myself.”

She sighs, then rolls those pretty little eyes and waltzes right out without kissing me. Fucking pain in my ass already.

This talk is not over by a long shot.





Chapter Ten


Calla




Cain struts out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his confidence following right behind him.

“You don’t walk out of an important conversation. You and me, we’re talking this out. And quit thinking so much. I promise you, I’m clean.”

He tosses me a t-shirt he pulls out of the dresser.

“Here, put this on. Tomorrow I’ll get someone to go buy you some clothes.”

Catching it in mid-air, I slip it over my head. It’s huge, of course, hanging down to just above my knees and practically falling off my shoulders.

I watch him with his back to me. He takes out a pair of shorts, steps into them, and pulls them up and over his ass. He drops the towel and turns around and faces me.

“Very sexy,” he smirks.

“I believe you when you say you’re clean, but we can’t just go around and have unprotected sex. I could get pregnant? too, you know.”

His eyes gleam back at me with amusement.

“You’re not pregnant. Quit analyzing shit. We’ll deal with it. Right now it’s getting late, I want to grab something quick to eat and get some sleep. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. I don’t have jack shit in here to eat except for peanut butter and jelly and some chips. I’ll get someone to hit up the grocery store tomorrow, too.”

This man is talking like we live together. Like everything is going to be fine between the two of us. We just had sex. Does he think that’s it? That we can just pick up right where we left off and start a happy life together? It’s not happening.

I’m too tired, hungry, and way disappointed in myself for letting my stupid lady parts control my actions to argue right now. And since when did he go to medical school to become an OBGYN? With the way my * opened up and said dive right in, my eggs more than likely did a cannonball straight into his sperm.

“Peanut butter and jelly is fine. I do have one more question, though.”

“What is it?”

I sit down on the edge of the bed and rest my hands firmly in my lap. He moves to stand directly in front of me.

“Well, more like two questions.”

“I don’t have time for games. I’m f*cking hungry.”

“Fine. First, I’m not comfortable with someone else buying my clothes. And second, I’m also not keen on some random doctor coming here and seeing me, either. So if and when we-”

He stops me again.

“If and when we what? Fuck? Screw? Have sex? Make love? Is that what you’re trying to say? Because trust me, there will be an ‘if!’”

He ticks off one finger.

“An ‘and!’”

He ticks off another.

“And there definitely will be a ‘when!’”

My heart pounds in my chest. I know Cain doesn’t like disrespect. He’s made this loud and clear. We’re also alone here. Just like anyone else, I’m entitled to my own damn opinion. I’m also in control of my own body.

“You and I are happening, Calla Bexley. Deal with it!”

“We shall see,” I say smugly, crossing my arms over my chest.

I haven’t been called Calla Bexley since the day we got married. It sounds even better than I remember. Cain shoves me back onto the bed, covering me with his big body.

“Listen up. I have answers to those damn questions. I’m only saying them once. You can’t leave here to go shopping for clothes. I’ve told you the reason why. You make a list of what you need and I’ll give it to Priscilla and she will get them. And you will see a doctor. I may not have an education, but I sure as shit know there are more options for birth control then condoms. I don’t want anyone looking at your pretty little *, either, but there is no way in hell I’m letting anything come between you and me again and that includes a goddamned condom. Deal with it.”