Page 10 of Blood & Honey
What the fuck was I thinking?I’m not cut out to raise a kid.And now I’ve apparently fucked up beyond repair.
Ashley may be eighteen, but I was supposed to look after her, not fuck her.And I damn sure wasn’t supposed to marry her.
This is bad.
“Fuck,” I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Fu,” Ash repeats and laughs.
He’s lucky he’s so damn cute.
“Hey little man.Bet you’re hungry.”I go through the motions of heating up his oatmeal and scrambling his eggs while wondering how in the fuck I’m fixing this mistake.
I snatch the shit I stuffed in the drawer back out, spreading the marriage certificate out on the counter like evidence.
I stare blankly at the picture of Ashley and me.She’s in her sparkly prom dress, dipped in my arms, mouths fused together.How the fuck did I allow this to happen?
Better yet, why didn’t anyone stop me?
This past year, I’ve resisted the passes she’d make at me.I knew she had a crush on me.She’s never been shy about her admiration of me.
Now I’ve taken advantage of her trust.
It doesn’t matter that we were drunk.I knew better, and I claimed her anyway.
The bedroom door creaks open, and Ashley stands in the open space, hair tousled and wavy.Her bright blue eyes sparkle as though they are dusted with glitter.She’s wearing a white strapless bra and a triangle-shaped scrap of lace that barely covers her pussy.
She looks good enough to eat, and I hate myself even more because at the mere sight of her my dick gets hard and practically tents my shorts, the more she stands here looking at me with those bedroom eyes.
I swallow hard and shake my head as though I’m trying to clear the filthy thoughts running rampant in my mind from my thoughts.
“Good morning,” she says between yawns.
There’s not a damn thing good about it besides her in her underwear.I’ve got to stop ogling her and get my head straight.
“Put some fucking clothes on,” I growl and return to pushing the eggs around the skillet with the spatula while adding some shredded cheddar cheese to them before they burn.
“Sure thing, hubby.”
“Don’t call me that.I’m not your husband.”
Her shoulders straighten.“That’s not what you said last night.”
“About that…” I plate the eggs.“We’ll talk once you’re dressed.”
“Fine,” she hisses, twisting around to give me a full view of her ass as she stomps to her room.
I scrub a palm over my face and wonder if Hash has an excellent lawyer on speed dial that can handle annulments.If this marriage is legal, I need to undo it as quickly as possible.Ashley can’t want this.
She deserves better than me.
She and Ash both do.And yet I want nothing more than to follow her to her room and fuck my new wife.
Chapter Three
“Don’tcallmethat,”I mock Blood as I drag my hairbrush through my tangled locks.He doesn’t mean it.He simply needs time to process the inevitable.We’re meant to be.We’re married.Our age gap doesn’t matter.Nothing matters except the fact that I’m his ol’ lady now.
He’ll see.
