by Vivian Wood
I turn around, crossing my arms. “I have to ask you something.”
Her brows shoot up. “Okay. What?”
“Are you sleeping with anyone else?”
Her expression is priceless. “Me? No. Why, are you?”
I’m beyond relieved. I drop my arms. “Uh… no.”
“Oh. I mean, I didn’t think it needed to be said, but… yeah, only one guy at a time for me.”
“Okay. I was just checking,” I say, shrugging as if it’s not a big deal.
“Uh huh…” she says, hopping down off the stool.
She comes around the island, reaching up for me. Her kiss is bold, and her hands wander over my ribs, squeeze the thick vee of muscle at my hips. I press against her, my cock thickening. She makes a soft, needy noise.
I lift her up by her ass, savoring the feel of her legs as they wrap around me. I move slowly, first turning off the oven, and then carrying her out of the kitchen altogether.
The salmon is forgotten as we lose ourselves in each other.
Chapter Fourteen
Cady
I get home late from work, late enough that the sun is already set. A stress headache brews between my eyebrows, threatening to unleash itself at at moment. Flinging my keys and my overstuffed tote bag full of briefs down, I head straight to the closet.
Milo looks on curiously as I kick off my heels and change out my black sheath dress for yoga pants and an oversized off-the-shoulder sweat shirt.
I stop and sit on the bed for a few minutes, giving Milo affection. He meows the whole time, which usually makes me smile, but at the moment my head feels like it’s about to burst.
“Hey, Little Prince,” I coo at him, rubbing him behind his ears. “Please, please, please be quiet.”
He finally lies down, presenting his tummy to me. He’s purring like crazy, which always makes me happy. I grab one of his toys, a fake bird on a string, and play with him until he loses interest. When he gets tired, he gets up and stalks away.
“You just be like that,” I tell him. “Act like you don’t love me.”
Milo looks back at me quizzically. I get up and head for the kitchen. I feel this headache looming, throbbing at the base of my head, all the way up to my crown.
On top of everything else, I took a pregnancy test this morning. Of course, I knew that it couldn’t be positive. Not yet. But seeing the two lines on the test made me frown.
I think about having a glass of wine, because I am definitely not fucking pregnant, but that might actually make my headache worse.
I grab a big glass of water, and get my phone from my tote bag. A text from Jett waits, as it usually does these days.
What are you doing?
I bite my lower lip. I’m in absolutely no mood for sex, that’s for certain.
I have the worst headache.
I have something for that.
I narrow my eyes. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I am not interested in your cock right now.
lolololol. No, something else. It’s a plant, and it’s illegal.
I pause, my brow hunching. Is he talking about marijuana?
Do you mean
