Page 9 of Sweetie Pie
My head falls back as each delicious inch of him fills me until I can’t feel anything but him. My hips twist and my back arches at the delicious pressure. The exquisite torture of him.
Panting, I drop my hands to his chest, my fingernails sinking into his firm skin as I lift myself up and then drop down.
He groans and I feel it all the way to my soul. My belly clenches wildly and then nausea creeps over me and his face twists darkly.
“What’s wrong?” he whispers but my head shakes quickly and I keep going.
But I can’t quite reach the huge orgasm that was rolling over me mere moments ago. My stomach twists again and nausea slams into me as I moan and slip sideways. His hands firm on my hips as his gorgeous face dissolves into confusion.
“What’s going on, baby girl?” Darkness swirls around me and my head spins. Everything spins.
“Ugh,” I groan and then I fall into space.
Jerking awake, I gasp and sit straight upright and the nausea crawls up the back of my throat.
“Oh shit,” I groan and leap out of the bed, running for the bathroom. I barely make it before the retching starts and I lose what was left of my dinner.
My stomach rolls and clenches until I stop retching, leaning my head against the cool tile as I slowly drop down to the floor.
Perspiration cools on my skin and I shiver. “Dammit,” I growl. This is the second time this week that I’ve had to run for the bathroom to lose my cookies. I don’t want to be sick but this is ridiculous. Closing my eyes, I let my stomach settle and then crawl slowly to my feet.
Glancing in the mirror, my lips twist when I see the dark shadows under my eyes. I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth gently. It feels like my whole body is one big ache.
“I should go to the doctor. I must be sick.” I feel like hell. My head is still swimming and there’s an echo of the nausea from minutes ago still in my belly.
I shuffle out of the bathroom and down the hall, reaching out to pull a stack of crackers out of the cabinet. Munching on them, I eye the window dully. It’s still dark out and I wish to hell I could go back to sleep but I don’t think that’s happening.
Sighing, I eat two or three crackers and then put the cellophane sleeve back. Shoving my hands through my hair, I wish this would quit happening.
“I guess I better make a doctor’s appointment.” I settle at the table and rest my head on my crossed arms, huffing and groaning, the whole room fading away as I let my mind drift.
Unfortunately it drifts exactly where I don’t want it to go.
Bam bam!
My head jerks and I slam my chin into the table, swearing a blue streak. “Goddammit!” I rub at my chin as I stumble to the door.
“I swear I’m gonna kill my brothers,” I mutter, whipping the door open.
My mouth falls open and I cross my arms over my chest. Colt glares at me. “What the hell are you doing up so early, Mags?”
Closing my eyes, I gulp a swallow, my stomach rolling in that way again that makes me want to run.
But I’ll be damned if I run away from Colt. I straighten my shoulders and swallow the nausea. “What are you doing here, Colt?”
His face goes blank but he says nothing, just waiting. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Ditto,” I grumble, stumbling back slightly as he pushes his way inside the door. My skin heats up immediately and it’s like going from hell to heaven so fast my stomach protests again. My head swims so bad I have to take a deep breath and lean into the door.
“What the hell is going on with you, Mags?”
“Nothing. I just haven’t been feeling very well lately. You still haven’t told me why the hell you are here banging down my door, dammit! We agreed this was a one-time thing.”
He stomps over to me and leans in so close I can see the gold sparks in his blue eyes. “I didn’t agree to any damn thing.”
My lips twist and I cross my arms over my chest. “So you were just telling me what I wanted to hear.”
His head cocks and the smirk on his firm lips makes me so mad I’m trembling. “What if I did. I wanted you to realize just how good we could be together.”
