Page 67 of Irons

She gave me a short nod before I left the bathroom with a heavy heart. There was no question, we definitely had sex. My dick felt raw as hell as it swung around freely since I had nofucking underwear on. We must have had a lot of sex, and of course the fucker worked just fine when I couldn’t remember it. I realized I was slamming cupboards as I looked for the coffee, so I stopped and took in a few deep breaths. Then my eyes shot open. How the fuck did my phone end up in there? Then my rage built again. Why was Patrick in her panties? That fucker better not have touched her! I wanted to look at the camera feed, but fucking Magnus had my phone!

“Goddammit!” I slammed my fist on the counter then leaned against it. I felt so guilty, like I forced myself on her or something. The anger inside me is mostly directed at myself. By the way she’s acting, she feels violated, and I don’t know what to do about it. The blood flowing through my veins boiled as I thought about waking up inside her. How the hell did I even stay inside her and sleep? It was Wrenly, not some random chick that didn’t matter. Well, not that other women don’t matter, but Wrenly…it was my girl. The one I loved so fucking much it drove me insane for years. The one I never thought I’d be able to look at ever again.

I made the damn coffee then ran outside to grab my clothes. Wrenly had to be as exhausted as me, but we needed the coffee so we could wake up enough to talk. The pain and fear I saw in her this morning had my heart breaking and it was all my fault.

The coffee finished and I just stared down at the counter, trying to figure out how I was going to get Wrenly to forgive me. I should have been protecting her, not fucking her.

“Stop it.”

I turned my head and saw Wrenly, standing there in a pair of yoga pants and a big t-shirt. Her wet hair was pulled toone side. Her hands rested on her hips. “Stop blaming yourself, Travis.”

“I’m not.” I lied.

She continued to glare at me. “Either you’re blaming yourself, or you’re disgusted by what we did.”

My shoulders deflated. “Both, okay? I have loved you my entire life, then you show up here as this unbelievably intelligent, independent, fucking gorgeous woman, and I already fucked it up, exactly like I tried to avoid all those years ago.” I stepped closer. “Touching you, kissing you, and expressing how much I love you never should have happened that way. It was my responsibility to oversee the mission and everything else related to it until those contracts were closed. This happened to you on my watch.” I stopped in front of her. “The devastation on your face, the way you’ve been trembling like you’re scared, you’re so hurt and upset, and all of it is because of me. We weren’t ready for this, at least I thought we would reestablish our friendship and learn all about each other first. There’s so much I don’t know about you yet, and I don’t even know if sex with me was something you wanted. I don’t even know how you take your coffee, what music you like, or what kind of books you read.”

Her eyes softened and she placed her palm against my cheek. I shut my eyes to its warmth and soaked it in. “Travis, look at me.”

I opened my eyes and looked into hers.

“You are in no way responsible for anything that happened to anyone last night. Victor brought drugs to work, Creed and the other Originals allowed it despite your protest, we just came off an intense mission, and I’m not upset that we had sex. It’s the consequences that have me upset. I will say what I’ve always said to you, since we were little. I love you, Travis. I lovedyou when we were tiny, I loved you when we were awkward pre-teens, and I loved you when we had to say goodbye. Then I’ve loved you for the in-between and I love you now.”

She looked a little fuzzy since my eyes were suddenly wet. “If you’re scared about the consequences we can go to the medical center.” I took a chance and said it again.

“The day after pill is not an option for me. There’s still a lot we have to discuss.” Her eyes were wet too as she studied mine.

“Then please talk to me, Wrenly.” I begged.

She shut her eyes as she nodded, making a tear fall so I caught it. “Let’s get you a shower and some coffee, then we’ll talk.” She scrunched her nose.

I groaned. “Really?”

She laughed through her tears. “I think you were upset just enough to not realize you still don’t have a shirt on, and I can’t concentrate with those muscles and tattoos. Plus, you smell like cigarettes, tequila, and sex.”

Damn, I was even outside in the freezing cold.

I tilted my head. “I don’t smoke.”

She scrunched her nose. “I think we both did because I could smell it in my hair before my shower.”

I let out a breath of frustration. “What kind of people did we become? My phone is literally inside Magnus.”

She sighed. “And the brother of a famous actress is wearing my thong.”

The doorbell rang and we looked at each other. “That better not be Magnus trying to give my phone back.” I walked to the door and opened it, to see Creed and Melissa.

“What now?”

“May we come inside?” Creed asked.

I looked at Wrenly and she nodded. “Sure, come on in, what can we do for you?”

They stepped inside and Creed looked at me first. “Would you please call your cell phone carrier and ask them to disconnect your service? Magnus is going to be put under for surgery, but the medical center is overwhelmed so it’ll be awhile.”

Melissa spoke up. “He keeps whining and crying about it ringing. Morgan is having way too much fun with his prostate.”

I tried not to laugh, but Wrenly did so I lost it.

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