Page 92 of Mated
“Well, I already took a morning after pill on top of my implant. So that’s one less thing to worry about.”
His jaw drops. “What?”
I glance between him and Caine. “Nothing personal to either of you. Or Caine’s magick. But I don’t want a kid right now.”
Tanner’s eyes remain large.
Caine however gives me a serious nod. “Good girl, kitten,” he croons and the endearment floods my mind with all the times he whispered it over the last three days.
My thighs clench under the onslaught.
His hellfire eyes gleam and his expression morphs to one of heat and masculine knowledge. “Seems our kitten has not forgotten everything after all.”
I glare at him. “It comes and goes in waves.”
He simpers and his lips part to speak. But Tanner’s arm shoots out, stopping whatever snarky comment he was fixing to make.
“Hey, Nish,” Tanner mutters, his gaze locked behind me. “I think someone is trying to get your attention.”
I turn.
Chuck scowls yards away at the front of my Jeep. Considering today is his day off, I know who told him I was here.
“Davis. The fucking rat,” I snarl.
Chuck starts over the grass, his muscular frame wrapped in skin tight blue denim and a plain white shirt. He glowers at me with every step.
“Well, look who finally decided to show,” he says with feet remaining between us.
Tanner brushes up against my side. “This guy a friend of yours?” he asks in a deadly rumble.
“No. Ex-boyfriend,” I mutter.
Tanner arches a brow but falls silent.
I take a step closer to Chuck. “What do you want, Chuck?”
He looks from me to both men right behind me. “Who are your friends?” he asks coldly, a slight sneer twisting his features.
How I ever found him attractive, I don’t know.
“Why do you care?” I snap back. “We aren’t together anymore.”
“Yeah, but your ass has been fucking missing for days,” he says. “I had to take over two of your shifts and get the damn landlord to let me in to get my stuff.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “Poor baby.”
“I figured you were spreading your damn legs somewhere. Guess I was right.”
The sound that pours from Tanner’s throat is low and far from human. My hand flies out and I grip the solid muscle of his forearm. Some of the sound fades.
Chuck sneers. “And I guess I know for who.” His dark eyes track up and down the man beside me. “Got to say, Nisha. I’m surprised at you. Goth has never been your type.”
I want to roll my eyes, but manage not to. “Oh why not, Chuck? According to you, I’ll fuck anyone.”
“You gave me so much shit about fucking Danielle. How long have you been spreading your legs for this one?” He motions at Tanner.
“And again, Chuck. We are not fucking together anymore, so walk the fuck away.”
