Page 39 of Bitten By Zombie

No, he would give her what she wanted most. He’d give her back her art, her welding, hell, that shitty townhouse and anything else she wanted. He’d set her free and hope she returned to him.

“No. I love my curves, always have. I just had a few weak moments in my life, and unfortunately, you’ve witnessed more than one.”

Blinded by her smile and honored at her rawness, Zombie rest their foreheads against one another. It felt intimate and…right.

Zombie couldn’t resist her lips a moment longer. Grabbing her chin, he demanded a kiss and placed her lips right where he wanted them.

“Get a room, you two,” someone shouted.

When she pulled away, her lips were red and cheeks pink. He loved that she got turned on by a simple kiss as much as he did but was embarrassed at the public display.

Shifting his body weight in an attempt to lessen the bite of his zipper on his hardening dick, Heidi cursed. “Shit, I need to unplug the crock, it’s probably empty by now.”

She jumped up. He watched her sweet ass speed walk into the kitchen before closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the chair in an attempt to control his raging erection.

Just a few moments later, he felt her sweet hand stroking him through his jeans, up and down in slow motion but with significant pressure. He growled in approval before a thought seized his mind.

A throat clearing grabbed his attention as her hair fell around him, and her breath ghosted across his face. Before her lips touched his, he grabbed her wrist and opened his eyes.

What he saw wasn’t the hazel color that had become so precious to him in just a few days, but a pleading blue.

Fucking Sherry. “I can handle this for you, big guy, just say the word.” He watched in horror as her lips descended toward his. They never made it to their destination. He stood abruptly, his only thought was to avoid her lips.

His abrupt maneuver unbalanced Sherry and she landed hard on the floor. The area rug slipped under her feet. His anger dissipated with the sound of her head connecting with the tile floor beneath.

“Fuck.” He slid to his knees next to her limp form. “Sherry. Talk to me.”

“Croon, get the cage.” He heard the order barked from somewhere behind him.

Sherry was conscious and seemed okay, but there was blood.Shit. He didn’t hurt women, that wasn’t who he was, but he’d accidentally shoved her with his body as he stood. She was bleeding because of him. What kind of man did that?

“Oh my god, what happened?” He heard Heidi’s concerned voice but couldn’t turn to face her. What would she think of him?

Sherry brought her hand to his cheek. “Don’t worry, babe. It’s just a bump. Who knew I’d slip off your lap like that. No big deal, but you can make it up to me later, okay?”

He didn’t bother disavowing her of the notion, it wasn’t the time. Maybe he should’ve, but he didn’t have the mental energy.

Teach kneeled down to lift Sherry to her feet. “Go with Teach and get that looked at. We’ll talk later, okay?”

Once on her feet with Teach as support, Sherry leaned up and kissed him on the lips. “Okay, babe. You’re the boss. Later.”

Teach led her away on wobbly heels and finally just carried her out the front door.

“You should go with her, Wayne. She needs you.” Heidi speaking his name outside of the bedroom was like a scream carried on the wind.

Her meaning was clear. She was turningWayneover to Sherry and withdrawing her claim to him.

Like fuck she was.

“She’ll be fine; besides, we have your shit to deal with tonight. And when I get back from that, we are going to have a heart-to-heart about a lot of things. But first of all,” he ground out. “About you using my given name outside of the bedroom.”

He knew the moment he’d fucked up…royally.

If he wasn’t in so much trouble, he’d have been turned on the second her temper flared. She looked glorious when she was full of fire. This time, though, he didn’t know how he could fix it. It was on him for not telling her, and it was on him for letting his frustration dictate his vocabulary.

“I’m going to let the ‘my shit to deal with’comment go because…you know what, Mr. President, no. No, I’m not going to let it go. I’m going to address it because I made the mistake of letting things get a little personal. That’s on me, I’ll own it. Because of that, I assumed you would keep me informed on my case as it were, but I see now that I fucked up in thinking that way. I should’ve gone to Virus for client reports if I wanted information instead of making assumptions.”

Oh, yeah. He’d screwed the pooch, and she was pissed.

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