Page 66 of Regret

Chapter 20

Something was up. By the way he had paled after she asked that question it was clear she had asked the right thing at the wrong damn time. She still wanted the answer though.

She slanted her head to the side. “So?”

Hunter shifted, grabbed her hips, and pulled her off, placing her on the floor next to him. She watched as he got up and grabbed the CK underwear she bought him, pulling it on. It fit perfectly, and she smiled, admiring how good his ass looked in the black underwear.

He turned to face her, his perfect body glistening with sweat. “I probably should have told you my rule before we—”

“Before we fucked each other senseless?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his blond hair one sexy hot mess around his face. Seeing him looking so damn uncomfortable was quite amusing.

She sat up, not the least bit shy of still being naked. “What’s the rule, Ace?”

First he glanced to the left, then to the right, and over her head out the window, staring at the ocean.

What the fuck is up with him?

“Hunter?”

“I only have sex with a woman once,” he blurted out, and an uncomfortable silence settled over them.

“You only screw a woman once?”

“Yes. Just once. There’s no second time.”

Well, that sure as hell explained a lot.

Just looking at the tattoos on his body told her that he had some shitty things he probably had to deal with on a daily basis. And knowing that he only screwed a woman once made her wonder who the girl was who’d fucked him up so badly he was afraid to commit to anything more than that first fuck. Not that she was one to point fingers. God knew she had her fair share of shit to deal with. But now she wondered what was hidden beneath all those layers of muscle and attitude.

Hunter grabbed a white robe she had bought and tossed it over to her.

“So let me get this straight.” She caught the robe and pulled it on. “You’ve never screwed the same woman twice?”

“Not for the last seven years, no.”

“Why?”

“That’s none of your business.” He brushed past her.

“Wow.” She rolled her eyes as she stared after him. “Are you always such a joy to be around after sex?”

“You must have gotten me on a good day.”

“Ha-ha, smart-ass. I see what you did there.” She searched the bags from her little shopping spree. “No wonder you only want to screw the same woman once. None of them want to screw you again with that shitty attitude of yours.” And then she found the bottle of Jack she was looking for. “Aha. Knew I had you tucked in somewhere.”

When she looked over at Hunter, she noticed he was watching her hold the bottle like it was the Holy Grail. She narrowed her eyes. “I can only put so much shitty alcohol in this body, okay? I’m used to the good stuff.”

He snorted.

“Hey.” She held up a finger. “None of that. Now make yourself useful and get us some glasses. I’ll wait on the deck.”

She had wanted to get into the pool on the deck ever since they arrived. Now was her chance to drink some good whiskey while enjoying the perfect view of the ocean.

“Why don’t you go up to the Jacuzzi?”

“What? It’s the middle of the damn summer. Plus, I turn into a prawn when I’m put in too hot water.”

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