Page 50 of Consumed By Fire

“You were injured. I broke you all over again, didn’t I? I was rough.”

“You broke me in the best kind of way.” I reach up and kiss her. “I like it rough.”

“You’re not in pain?” she says as she pulls back.

“No…that was one hell of an orgasm. You sure are something, Little Red…something special.” My voice goes all tender. I cup her face and brush my lips over her mouth.

“You shouldn’t be saying things like that.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t. It’s true, though; you’re special…you deserve everything. I wish I could be the one to give it to you.”

She leans down and kisses me. It’s soft and tender.

“I would have liked that,” she says as we break apart. “But some things are not meant to be.” She lifts off me, moving to lie next to me.

I pull her into an embrace. I half-expect her to pull away from me, but she doesn’t. I nuzzle into her neck, putting my hand on her belly. I feel the baby. I feel his soft kicks, which are easy to feel now that I know what to look for.

“Let’s lie like this for a little while,” I say; there is an edge to my voice.

“Just a little while,” Trinity says.

My phone vibrates on the side table. I ignore it. A few minutes later, it vibrates again.

I keep stroking up and down Trinity’s arm.

It vibrates again, and she stiffens. “It sounds like someone is trying to reach you.” She looks up at me.

“Well, they can keep trying.”

“You’re going to get into trouble for this, aren’t you?”

My phone vibrates again, and I groan, reaching across and grabbing it. There are several missed calls and multiple messages, all from Shadow.

What are you doing?

Are you insane?

Sleeping with the enemy, Octane!!!! WTH!

I want to see you right now.

Another message comes through, this time from Dagger. There is a whole line of laughing emojis followed by:

You’re in deep shit. Sounds like you and the Red are getting along well.

I fire off a text to Shadow, telling her that I will see her in the morning. Then I switch my phone off.

“They can all go to hell,” I mutter under my breath.

“They’re right,” Trinity says, moving to lie on her back.

“Yes, and no…maybe.” I grind out a breath and push some hair out of my face.

“They’re right. What happened in the cave was one thing. This…this was something else.” She props up the pillow behind her head.

“You said it yourself: we’re not so different. I’m beginning to believe it. After meeting you, I—”

“We can’t do this,” Trinity says, injecting some reason into the conversation. Of course she’s right. Shadow is right, too. “We can’t,” she adds with far less conviction.

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