Page 24 of Rock On

For some reason, I flushed. I should have been used to his crudeness, but we’d been apart for more than three years, so it seemed dirty somehow, even though I normally loved it.

“That’s not…nice.” I wasn’t sure why I was having such a hard time talking to him.

“You were expecting nice?” He opened his eyes a little and squinted in my direction.

“I wasn’t expecting anything,” I snapped, losing my patience. “We were together a long time. Just because we’re not married anymore doesn’t mean I want you to be hurt or sick or in a hospital! Jesus, Tommy, give the animosity a rest.”

He sighed, the fight suddenly draining out of him. “I know. Thanks for coming by. But I’m okay. They tell me the knee will take a bit to fully heal but the burns are mostly superficial.”

“I’m glad.”

Fuck.

Why was this awkward?

Maybe because I’d let him fuck my brains out in a cemetery twenty-four hours ago?

“You should have stopped me,” he said suddenly.

“What?”

“Last night. Why didn’t you stop me? Wynter said I left bruises.”

My cheeks burned, embarrassed that Wynter had said something to him.

Despite our circumstances, our sex life should have been private.

“It’s not different than any other time.”

“The difference is that we’re not married anymore.”

“You know my limits.”

“Apparently, I don’t. I never left bruises before.”

My hand unconsciously went to the bruised wrist. “It’s fine.”

“Let me see.”

I hesitated. “What? Why?”

“Let me see, dammit!”

I approached the bed gingerly, uncertain about getting close to him. Not because he might grab me, but more because he probably wouldn’t.

How fucked up was that? That I still craved not just his touch, but his roughness, his dominance.

When he reached out his hand, I hesitated again before finally putting my hand in his.

“God dammit, Harley.” His voice was harsh. “Why would you let me do this?” Gentle fingers trailed my skin. “Why didn’t you say I was hurting you?”

“I get off on pain sometimes. You know that.” I couldn’t articulate how much I liked it when he was rough with me.

“Do you let other guys hurt you like this?”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s none of your business!”

“Someone could hurt you for real.”

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