Page 47 of Love Bites
“I don’t think you want to know her, love,” he replied.
“You guys really don’t like her, do you? I could tell from the way all of you tried ignoring her as soon as you saw her. That was rude.”
“Did you think there was a reason for that?”
She shifted on the bed, pushing herself up by the palms to stare down at him. Her hair curtained her freckled face, the ends tickling along Ignacio’s cheeks. “What do you mean?” she asked.
Ignacio’s jaw worked. She could see the gears of his mind churning. He wanted to say something, but the silence was long and drawn out. Katheryn felt her nerves rising the longer he took to speak. He was going to say something important, she could feel it.
“I have something to tell you…”
“Yeah?”
“Rosa and I… we have… history.”
“What kind of history?” She didn’t know why she bothered asking. What other kind of history could a gorgeous woman and hot as hell vampire have other than of the sexual variety?
“I’ve slept with her.”
She tried to appear careless and aloof, but she couldn’t help the wince she gave as he threw the words out. Way to rip a band-aid off, she thought, a moment before self-consciousness overtook her.
Rosa was beautiful, all long legs and curves while Katheryn was short, almost stocky. There was nothing exotic about her, hell, there was nothing remotely interesting about Katheryn compared to the other woman. Her life had been nothing but a series of one bad thing after another. Poverty. Shit jobs. Getting cheated on. And now, she didn’t have a remote idea what she was going to do with her life after all this was over.
All in all, Katheryn was a hot fucking mess, and knowing that Ignacio had slept with a woman who seemed to have all her shit piled neatly into a basket? It was damn lowering.
His hand lifted to cup her cheek. “No, my love, please don’t think it meant anything. It was before I met you. It was a one-night stand, or at least, it was supposed to be until she started getting almost obsessive in her attempts to snare me.”
Katheryn chewed at her bottom lip. She recalled when she’d first met Rosa, the conversation they’d had. So the guy Rosa was in love with was… Ignacio?
Girl code would have branded Katheryn a traitor for being involved with Ignacio now, knowing someone she’d considered a friend was in love with him. But… fuck girl code, she thought. Rosa hadn’t exactly told Katheryn who she loved, and if what Ignacio said was true, then their Soul Mate connection trumped whatever Rosa’s delusional mindthoughtshe and Ignacio had.
“Thanks for being honest with me.”
“You’re not upset?”
“I don’t like the idea of you two as a couple… because she’s so beautiful. But it was in the past.”
Ignacio’s honey eyes softened as he gazed up at her. “You areperfect, love. But can we talk about something else? Like my very important game tomorrow.”
Glad for the change of subject, Katheryn felt her brows pull together. “What kind of game?”
“Fútbol. Your people call it soccer."
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.” He pulled her on top of him, stroking her sides with his thumbs, stopping at the swells of her breasts.
“And I was wondering...” He ran his hand up her back until his fingers found her hair, He pulled her down for a hungry kiss. “Will you come and be my lucky charm?”
“What’s in it for me?” she teased.
He bumped his forehead to hers. “The joys of watching me kick ass?” He suggested.
She snorted.
“How about the joy of seeing me without a shirt?”
She smiled, running a hand down his bare chest, the hard ridges of his muscles then squeezed his bicep, at the same time he flexed it beneath her fingers.
