Page 41 of Infected By Virus

The laugh bubbled up from inside her unbidden. “That’s not what I meant by dating and wooing, idjit.”

His eyes widened, and he cupped her cheek at her use of a familiar but unconventional term of endearment. It was obvious what shows and movies shaped their relationship.

“It’s been too long since you’ve said that to me.” His voice cracked a little before he went back to his previous demeanor. “But you’re just trying to get out of wooing me now that you’ve gotten yours. That’s low, Sunny. Low, low, low to deny a man whose cock is begging for your touch.” He played the woe is me card like a champ.

Her eyes rolled again, this time even harder at his teasing tone and attempt to look oh so distraught.

“Never let it be said that I don’t reciprocate.” She loved sucking his cock. She’d not given another blow job since Darrin. Somehow, deep down, she knew she wouldn’t enjoy it with anyone else.

Positioning herself between his legs, she gave his cock one long, slow lick before speaking. “Just so you know, this is not what I meant by wooing or dating.”

With that, she swallowed him down as far as she could manage. Stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth with her hand.

“Fuck, Rae. I’ve always loved your mouth.” He grated out before he took over and fucked her face.

“Always. Loved. You.” He growled as he came down her throat. He held her on his cock as it pulsed and pulsed.

“Fuck yeah, babe. Swallow it. Swallow it all. Don’t waste a fucking drop.”

His words combined with her finger on her clit caused her to come yet again. This time, she was well and truly spent. There was no way she could go again, even if her life depended on it.

Sleepily, she climbed up his body and snuggled into the crook of his arm as he dropped kisses on her head.

As his breathing started to slow, she explored his body. So much was new to her as he’d add a whole lot of muscle and a hell of a lot of tattoos.

With a feather soft touch, she traced the ridges of each ab before moving her attention upward. Rae inventoried every line of ink along the way she could.

With fingers dancing past his pecs. She reached the cords in his neck. She paused there to feel his pulse hidden behind more tattoos, and she smiled.

Physically comparing the Darrin of years ago with the Virus softly snoring next to her was fascinating. The same, but not the same.

His jawline was still sharp, but now it was hidden behind a close-cropped beard. Suddenly a thought popped into her head—Virus was who Darrin had always been destined to be.

It suited him. She couldn’t explain why she felt that way, she just did. It felt right, him the way he was now as opposed to who he used to be. Their time apart even started to feel right. Darrin, her Darrin, would’ve never found the Bastards and everything that came along with that. On the same hand, she would’ve never landed in Vegas and lucked into her perfect dream job.

Breaking up, in a weird way, was best for them all in the long run. Even Celeste, who had a void she needed to fill and, in the attempt, gave them Adam—all felt meant to be.

If she were being honest with herself, and she was doing just that, brutally so, if she and Darrin had stayed together then, there was a good chance they would be divorced by now, and irreconcilably at that. The path they were on was doomed.

Rae was thoroughly convinced that breaking up is what saved them to have a shot later … now.

Rae’s heart was damn near bursting. She choked back a sob, a happy one. When she shifted a rush of liquid left her body.

Shit.

They’d just had sex, more than once, without an adult discussion or protection. She was on the pill but had a recent course of anti-biotics for an ear infection. She wasn’t ready to be a mother … um, have a baby, because she kinda already was in a mother role. If—no, when—she stayed, she would be firmly in a mom role, but they didn’t need a baby, that was for damn sure.

Then she started to panic. Babies weren’t her biggest concern. Virus rode a motorcycle, was bearded, and heavily tattooed, and that was the triple crown of the panty dropping Olympics. He was hot as hell. She wasn’t as delusional as to believe he’d been celibate since her, or rather Celeste.

Did he forgo protection with all the women he’d been with since her? She knew of at least one. Not that she’d been a saint, but she never, never had sex without protection. Darrin had been the only one she’d ever forgone protection with. She tried to dislodge all the information about the club girls that Harmon had put in her head. That woman was obsessed with biker shows and movies.

That line of thought made her feel dirty. She needed to get cleaned up and stop before she spiraled.

Slowly disentangling from Virus so as not to wake him, she grabbed her clothes and toiletry kit and made her way to the bathroom.

Rae did her best thinking in the shower.

Yes, she was going to give it her all and woo the hell out of him.

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