Page 132 of Savage Hearts
Bypassing his sexy threat, I say, “You told me you drugged him. Is he okay?”
“Yes.”
It’s terse. Angry. Basically a three-letter fuck-you.
I tilt up my head and kiss his jaw. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make you mad.”
“You’re doing a crap job of it.”
“Are you jealous of Spi—the Arachnid? Because there’s no need to be.”
“Anyone who wants what’s mine is on my shit list.”
What’s mine.
I close my eyes for a moment, letting that sink through me. “There’s nothing between us. There never was.”
“Maybe not for you.”
I’m curious what makes him so certain, but don’t dare ask. I mean, I’m brave, but that’s definitely not the hill I want to die on.
He snaps, “Next fucking subject.”
“Okay. Um…”
He lifts his head and glowers at me. “What?”
“Oh, pipe down, Hulk. It doesn’t have to do with another man.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me. He still hasn’t blinked. Sighing, I say, “I thought you might like to know that I’m on Depo-Provera.”
“Is that a medication?”
Before I can answer, he lifts to an elbow and stares down at me, saying loudly, “Are you on a prescription I don’t know about? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve gotten it for you! You could’ve been taking it this whole time!”
“Mal—”
“Christ, Riley, you have to tell me what you need, or I can’t give it to you. Despite what you think, I’m not a mind reader!”
I reach up and stroke his beard, smiling. “You’re a psychopath.”
“Don’t try to flirt your way out of this.”
That makes me smile wider. “Only you would think a woman calling you a psychopath is flirting.”
He scowls at me with flattened lips and flared nostrils, waiting for an explanation.
I say softly, “It’s birth control. A shot. I’m just telling you that so you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.”
The anger disappears. What it’s replaced by, I couldn’t say, because I’ve never seen this particular expression before.
After a moment, he only says, “Oh.”
“Okay, the way you just said that? It makes me think maybe you have genetically engineered super sperm who laugh at birth control as they fly past it on their way to inseminate eggs.”
“No. I mean, yes, my sperm are obviously super, but no to the rest of it.”
After a moment of examining his expression, I say, “Because your sperm don’t laugh is what you’re saying. Your sperm have resting bitch face, like you.”
