Page 60 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

I sigh in defeat. “Fine. You want my cock, you got it.” I climb on top of her and push inside her. It’s a little more difficult today. All the talking must have dried her up a bit. I look down. “You okay?”

“I’m good. Just do it.”

Not exactly the tantalizing encounter I was hoping for. But it’s Regan. And my dick is inside her. I can’t help but enjoy it, no matter what circumstances brought me here.

It doesn’t take me long to get there. I’d refrained from any manual activity this week knowing this was in the forecast. When she begins to make some sexy little noises, I wonder if they’re even real. My dick doesn’t seem to care, however. He likes them. He likes them a lot. The moans and sighs and mewls. She definitely knows what it takes to urge a man along.

I grunt and tense and spill myself inside her.

When I roll to her side, I ask, “Did you getanythingout of that?”

“I’m hoping a baby.”

I elbow her gently. “You know what I mean, Regan. Those sounds you made, were they real or just for show?”

She shrugs without answering.

“Why do you do that?”

“I find it gets guys there more quickly.”

“But it’s deceptive. And it doesn’t give us a chance to getyouthere.”

She gets under the blanket and switches on the bedside lamp. “Are you mad about that?”

“Not mad. Just disappointed I guess. It’s always better if both people get off.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “You sure you aren’t mad?”

“Why would I be mad, Regan?”

“He always got mad.”

“He?”I cock my head and then it occurs to me. “You mean that David guy?”

“Would you mind getting me a glass of water on your way out? I don’t want to get out of bed for a while. It’ll increase our chances.”

She’s shutting me out. Not to mentionkickingme out, for the third time.

I’ve never been kicked out. I’m usually the one who does the kicking. But it’s clear to me that Regan is the one wearing the pants in this… whatever this is.

I get out of bed and put my clothes on. The whole way to the kitchen I wonder about this David character and what he could have done to make her the way she is. Before she left for college, she was different. She wasn’t a slut, but I swear she must have dated half the football team. I know because I’d dream of killing every guy she ever went out with.

And although our paths didn’t cross much after she came back, I never heard a goddamn thing about Regan Lucas datinganyone. Maybe she did it secretly. Or maybe she didn’t do it at all. But one thing is for sure—this David asshole, he’s the reason.

I hand her a glass of water and sit on the bed. “Tell me about David.”

She takes a drink and sets the glass on the nightstand, flipping off the light. “I’m tired.”

I perch myself against her headboard. “I’m not leaving until you do.”

“Why, Lucas? What does it even matter?”

“We’re friends now, aren’t we? And you may very well be the mother of my child soon. It’s only natural that I’d be curious about your exes. And it’s only fair. After all, you and this whole town seem to know everything about mine.”

She turns on her side and fluffs her pillow, settling in then looking at me. “He was my boyfriend in college.”

“And he would get mad if you didn’t come?”

---