Page 72 of My Damaged Protector

“Fuck, that was good,” she whispers after a while.

“No, it wasn't good. It was amazing,” I say and kiss her shoulder blades.

Withdrawing from her, I drag us both to sit on the hard ground, and she follows me without any hesitation.

I have to pray that Sheila didn't hear anything.

Who am I kidding?

She probably heard us fucking. We weren't exactly trying to be very quiet.

What if the neighbors heard us, too?

At least I know we won't be ending up on a news blog tomorrow. I may not know much about Glazer Ville, but I know they protect their own. I saw that in action when Sheila called Sarah to come for me that night at the hospital.

Hospital.

Suddenly a thought hits me, and I grow still, realizing that this is the third time I've had sex with Sarah without using protection.

She notices the change in my demeanor and glances back to look at me.

“What is it?” she asks.

I shake my head at her and look away. How the hell am I supposed to ask her if she's on the pill after having unprotected sex with her three consecutive times?

What the hell have I been thinking?

Damn it.

“Ian,” she presses, never one to let things go.

I fan out a breath, the wheels already turning in my head. She could be pregnant now for all I know. It's been weeks since we first had sex.

Okay, now I'm just freaking out for no reason.

Her gaze remains on me, so I cave. I need her to give me something to hold onto, anyway.

“Are you on any birth control?” I ask her, my breath freezing in my lungs.

Something passes over her face. It passes so fast I can't identify it, but something tells me it's disappointment.

Somehow.

Is she disappointed that I don't trust her?

“Sarah, look, I just?—”

“I’ll fix it alright? Don’t worry,” she says cutting me off.

Looking and feeling like a fool, I nod and try to think of what to say to get myself out of the dog house.

“I’m gonna go inside. Good night.” She pulls away from me, and I watch her walk away. I know I've screwed up.

But I'll fix it. Soon.

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of Sheila causing a ruckus in the kitchen.

I get off the couch and find a bathroom where I wash my face and mouth and take a good pee. By the time I step out, I'm face-to-face with Sarah.

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