Page 91 of Bones

My eyes must’ve been as big as dinner plates at the filthily erotic act, but all he said was, “Waited centuries for you, and your taste still surpassed my wildest fantasies. Not wasting a single drop, baby.”

How did I get so lucky?

How did he get so un?—

The thought was abruptly cut off when Deke hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed his boxers off.

Giving me the full view of the swirls of black ink and dark hair that led down to the proud, thick erection that sprang free like it was reaching for me.

Rude or not, I couldn’t stop staring at it as he put his knee on the mattress.

Right between my legs.

The pressure didn’t ease the ache there, but it helped. Then I lost that, too, when he rearranged my body up the bed.

Leaning back, he gripped the edges of the unbuttoned flannel I still wore. “Gonna fuck you while you’re wearing only this one day. But not today.”

So caught up in the heady lust that filled his hooded gaze, I didn’t argue when he pulled the shirts off.

No.

Desperate and distracted, Ihelped.

My tee cleared my head, leaving me in just a bra. The mood in the room changed rapidly and broke through my haze.

Belatedly, I noticed his tense body.

The way his jaw clenched so tight, a muscle in his cheek twitched.

When he studied my breast, it wasn’t with longing.

It was with anger.

His hand splayed across my chest. “What the fu?—”

And then he was gone.

“Again?” I shouted, crossing my arms as I scanned the room for his return so I could kick him.

I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Whatever hope I’d had that he’d gone to get ointment or a bandage or even makeup to cover the ugly scar I’d somehow forgotten about faded with each stretching minute.

Tears burned in my eyes, spilling over as I crawled out of bed to put my shirt and hoodie back on.

I’m never taking my clothes off again unless I’m showering.

And even then…

Regret for getting carried away ate at me. I’d never forgotten the mark before. Not for a moment. I never wore clothes that could expose it. Even my swimsuit had a high neckline.

With Deke’s rejection settling into my shattered heart, I curled into a ball in bed.

It was weak. Sad.Pathetic.

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