Page 3 of Unforgettable
As if my laugh scared her, Haven bounced off as though I had some contagious disease.
Way to go, Ryker. You know how to scare off a woman. Just as well. I didn’t need to ruin her life anyway.
Leaning my head against the back of the couch, I closed my eyes, giving in to that merry-go-round feeling. I swallowed several times to tamp down more nausea that wanted out.
Breathe, man.
I inhaled, and the second round of puke crept up my esophagus. To spit out the bile or swallow? That was the question. The shag rug was already ruined. So it didn’t matter if I soiled it again.
But I didn’t get a chance to puke before the scent of lilacs tickled my nose, pushing down all that acid that was burning a hole in my throat.
“Ryker.”
I blinked my eyes open at the same time the beautiful redhead placed a cold washcloth on my forehead.
Heaven.
I licked my dry lips, zeroing in on her wide green eyes.
She gave me one of those sad looks, as if to say it was okay and she knew my pain. But no one knew my fucking pain. No one knew how it felt to lose both of my parents, my sister, and my brother in one day.
Haven patted my face as gently as she could, no doubt afraid I was going to bite off her head or maybe puke on her low-cut T-shirt.
I stared at her tits as though they were my next meal. My hands had a mind of their own. The next thing I knew, I was gripping the tiniest waist I’d ever touched. The women I usually dated or fucked weren’t tiny, and that was on purpose.
I liked my women with wide hips and an ass I could grab on to. Lucas always asked me what the draw was. My answer had been and was “Big women own their shit.” At least the girls I’d dated had. “They’ve got meat. They know how to fuck, and they’re confident in their own skin.”
Society was so screwed up, and the media drove the helm by showing skinny girls in ads and commercials. No one said a lady had to be a size two to be pretty or attractive.
My mom was a big woman, and she had been comfortable in her own skin. My old man hadn’t had any complaints either.
I moved a red curl away from Haven’s face. “Sunshine, is it dark outside?”
She flinched, almost falling back on the coffee table. I tried to catch her, or I thought I did, but she righted herself, giggling, a sound that was refreshing and soothing.
“I really don’t bite.”I do bite. I like to bite.
I loved to fucking play when it came to sex until the girl was screaming and wriggling and to the point where she was begging me to get her off. I took foreplay as serious as I took a game of football.
“Giggle again.” I slurred the words.
She angled her head.
I saw two of her and frowned.
She giggled.
I grinned like a lovesick bastard. “Is your name really Haven?”
She was standing in between my legs and primed to drop to her knees to suck my dick.
You’re an asshole. You would definitely scare her off with your dick.
“Yeah.” That one word from her lips sounded musical.
“Do we know each other?” I’d never seen her before. Then again, I hadn’t seen many people since the accident. But she didn’t register as someone I’d seen even before then.
She flicked her head once, knitting her brows, which blended in with the color of her hair.
