Page 30 of Coveted By Cupid

Freaking out, I shove against his chest until he pulls out of me. I ignore the delicious ache between my legs and the flood of wetness leaving my body. What’s harder to ignore is the long length of his dick hanging down his thigh, glistening with the evidence of what transpired between us.

What in the world was I thinking?!

Leaping from the bed, I run for the bathroom. I turn on the shower, whirling around to face him when he enters the small space. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugs, unbothered, completely comfortable in his nakedness. It irritates me how distracted I am, transfixed by all his solid muscle covering his tall frame. Cupid’s body is temptation enough to make me forget about why I’m panicking momentarily until he says, “Why would I? I figured you would’ve insisted on one if you wanted it.”

My fingers fly into my hair, fisting it with both hands. “We’re strangers, Cupid.”

“Not anymore,” he says, waving off my concern. “Pretty well acquainted, I’d say. But I’m willing to get more acquainted if you’re done with your meltdown.”

“Cupid, this is serious. You know nothing of my medical or sexual history. And I know nothing of yours.”

He folds his arms, leaning against the doorframe without a care in the world. “I’m a betting man, and I’m betting you went and got tested after finding out dick for brains cheated on you. You seem like the kind of woman with a moral compass and wouldn’t put someone at risk if you knew you were contagious with anything. Am I right?”

My mouth hangs open, baffled that he had assumed correctly.

“I thought so,” he says smugly, quickly schooling his features to something more serious. “Before you get crazy thoughts in your head about me, my last labs were negative for everything.”

For a moment, I’m grateful he’s taking my concerns seriously. “When were those taken?”

“Nearly two years ago.”

“Two years ago?! A little old, don’t you think? Who’s saying you’ve contracted nothing since then?”

“I say so,” he says, deadpan. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last screening.”

“Wh-What?” I stammer, doing a double-take of the biker before me. “How is that possible?”

“Have found no one worth my time,” he says, holding my eyes, “until now.”

Speechless, I stare back at him as my tiny bathroom engulfs us in a cloud of steam, making him look more like a dream come true than a red flag.

I shake my head clear, focusing on the other issue at hand. “Great. Glad that’s settled. Now all we need is Plan B.”

Cupid’s face goes blank, as if he had never thought about pregnancy until I mentioned it. “You’re not on the pill or something?”

Swallowing down my unease, I shake my head. “I stopped taking them after calling it quits with Boden. I don’t like the side effects.”

Instead of panicking like me, Cupid looks thoughtful, staring off into space with a weird little smile on his face.

Why isn’t he freaking out? Most guys would rush out the door to the nearest drugstore, not chilling like our world isn’t imploding.

“Huh,” Cupid finally says, scratching his beard.

“What’s huh?”

“Bareback brain is wild,” he says, more to himself than to me. His eyes get glassy, as if he’s imagining something in his head. “It’s got me thinking one kid wouldn’t hurt.”

I damn near choke on my tongue. “One kid?!”

“Or two,” he muses with a shrug. His eyes come back into focus, finding me. His smile could split his face in half with how wide it grows.

“Are you crazy?” I ask in a whisper, hoping I’m misunderstanding him.

“Yes, probably,” Cupid says, still smiling. His eyes drift to my flat stomach before coming to my face. “Would you want a boy or a girl?”

Nu-uh! No way.