Page 167 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

He had failed spectacularly.

He hadn’t lied when he said she was gorgeous, but she was so much more than her looks. She was the complete fucking package.

She grinned up at him. “Then I’ll take the compliment. Do we need to come up with some sort of signal between us for when we’re being serious?”

“What would be the fun in that? I think we need to keep each other guessing.” He rolled off both her and the bed, removing the condom before it slipped off from his quickly deflating cock and landed on Fletch’s carpet, leaking his DNA everywhere.

A few minutes later, after heading to the bathroom to dispose of the full condom and clean himself up, he climbed back in bed with her.

When he sat against the headboard, she shifted until her head was in his lap and her silky dark hair spread over his bare thighs. He combed his fingers through it while contemplating how to start the conversation they needed to have.

And he could no longer avoid.

“The investigation is winding down. You gave us plenty of good shit from Hawg Wild. Names, evidence and even the location of where they keep their stash. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Because of that, the team will be storming that location and arresting any Demon on site when the sweep happens.”

Her fingers trailed lazily up and down his arm. “Good. I’m glad I could make a difference.”

“You no longer have to go in there. Your undercover assignment is finished.”

“I figured you were leading up to that. It’ll be nice to go back to a normal sleep pattern.”

“You did good, Cami. Despite my worry.”

“You didn’t need to worry about me,” she reminded him.

“Easier said than done.”

“Are you bringing this up now because you’re preparing me for the fact I’ll soon be evicted from this beautiful house with the very awesome pool?” she asked.

“That’ll be one of the changes.”

“That’s a major one. What’s the rest? Besides learning that I never want to be some outlaw biker’s ol’ lady. Or a sweet butt. Or work in a bar full of smoke again. It’s going to take my lungs a while to recover.”

The rest of the changes had to do with them. As inthem. The two of them. And a possible future with each other.

But before he could talk about athem, he needed to be honest with her and lay it all out on the table so she could make the best decision for herself.

He’d had a vasectomy when Dylan was about two and he realized his marriage was doomed. He didn’t tell Sasha, he only said he had to go out of town for an assignment and he got it done. He didn’t want to risk bringing another child into, what was by then, their irrevocably broken marriage. It was bad enough their two children were already affected by their tumultuous relationship.

He also couldn’t pretend he loved Sasha or was attracted to her anymore. Her ugliness on the inside marred her beauty on the outside. That was when he stopped having sex with her, as well. Of course, that led to the accusations of him cheating when in truth, it was her.

Gaslighting at its fucking finest.

After the shit he went through with Sasha, and was still going through, he never expected to get into any serious relationship again.

Even with a woman like Cami.

Especiallywith a woman like Cami.

Even if they were perfect for each other, he could never give her children, if that was something she wanted.

He needed to tell her now before things went any further. Because if she was dead set on becoming a mother in the future, it would not be with his children.

Could he have his vasectomy reversed? Maybe. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. It was a crapshoot.

But the real question was… Did he want more children?

Would it be fair to the two he already had? Would it be fair to any future children? While technically he wasn’t too old to have them, that didn’t mean he should.

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