Page 24 of My Omega's Baby
I lifted my chin and stayed quiet.
“Jesus, Blade. Aren’t you worried at all? I didn’t even use a condom.”
My face got even hotter. The memory of him inside me filled my brain, and the intense pleasure I’d felt buzzed through me. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I snapped. “How many times do I have to say that?”
“We’re just supposed to pretend it didn’t happen?”
“Why not?” I gave him an angry glance.
He chewed his lower lip. “What are you afraid of?”
I puffed my chest out. “Nothing. I’m not afraid of anything.”
“Liar.” He sighed. “I know you’re a brave son of a bitch, and I realize nothing in the physical world scares you.” He leaned toward me. “But feelings seem to be the one thing you can’t deal with.”
I screwed my face in disgust. “I hope you’re not trying to insinuate I have feelings for you?”
“Isn’t that what really has you worried? That you and I might actually have feelings for each other?” His gaze was unrelenting. “Emotions are the one thing that frightens you.”
I glared at him. “You should talk. When was the last time you had a meaningful relationship with anyone other than your mom?”
His face hardened. “I was engaged. The longest relationship you’ve probably ever had was with your cleaning lady.”
“I don’t have a cleaning lady.”
“Well, then, you’re even more pathetic than I thought.” He crossed his arms and stared across the room. The clock on my bookshelf was the only sound in the room for a few minutes. Then he shifted, and he faced me. “We’ve known each other a long time. It’s not inconceivable we might have some kind of bond.”
“A bond of hate?”
“No.”
I swallowed against the lump in my throat. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. There are no hidden feelings. Hell, just the sound of your voice annoys me.”
“You can go on denying there’s a connection all you want, buddy. But you begged me to fuck you. Youbeggedme, Blade.” His sounded frustrated. “And I liked it just as much as you did. So pretend all you want for now, but eventually you’re going to have to face the fact that you and I had an intimate moment with each other.”
I curled my lip in distaste. “See, that’s the difference between you older wolves and my generation. Fucking means nothing to us. You guys always want it to mean something.”
“You do realize that we’re the same generation, right?”
I shrugged. “I guess you just seem way older.”
“It’s called emotional maturity. You should try it sometime.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah? Why? What has it ever gotten you?”
“The ability to have a civil conversation about things that are difficult.” He sighed. “Obviously you and I don’t like each other on many levels. But I wonder if that isn’t because we got off on the wrong foot maybe?”
“Or we just don’t like each other.” I scowled. “Why does what happened have to mean anything? We don’t have to be friends. We don’t have to keep in touch after this assignment ends. We fucked. So what? Move on, old man, that ship has sailed.”
He curled his fists into tight balls. “Jesus, you’re a punk.”
I sucked in a shaky breath. I was so damn irritable my skin hurt, and that was partly why I was being so unreasonably mean to him. I rubbed my face roughly with both hands, trying to get a grip on my anger. “Why can’t you just drop it?”
His expression was confused as he lifted one shoulder. “I don’t know.”
His sincerity got to me a little. “Look, whatever that was that had us in its grasp seems to have passed.” I still felt attracted to him, but that aching need was gone for now. “I say we just put it behind us and go back to the way it was.”
He hung his head. “I’m not sure I can.”
