Libby had always been understanding. We ended up talking in bed a little before she nodded off. I’d told her more about Snow. About our last night together when I’d asked her to marry me and her saying yes.
Libby listened like the terrific friend she was. She was a sweet, intelligent woman, unlike most of the other kittens who didn’t give a shit about anything beyond sex or becoming an old lady.
I peered down at her pretty face. Her warm naked body was curled into mine. This was how we were together. Libby was nonthreatening, loved being a club girl, and wasn’t a manipulative bitch like Carla had been.
For the first time since I’d become a patched member and had full privileges with the kittens, I felt sick to my stomach. Ashamed. Guilty for being in bed with another woman.
It burned me the fuck up.
I slipped out from under Libby, pulled on my jeans, and left my room. Dialing into the music coming from the bar, I glanced inside.
Lynx caught my eye. He had two women all over him. Hollywood and Copper were getting it on with a couple of hookers. They were only prospects, so they couldn’t be with a kitten.
I snorted at the party animals, almost running into Track and Misty, a newer kitten. They were going toward the stairs to go up to the council’s wing.
“Yo, shouldn’t you be in bed?” Track asked.
“What do you care?”
His gaze drifted toward the kitchen as if he knew I was heading toward the dorms. I guessed I was, though I hadn’t realized it until this second.
Misty stared at me with longing in her eyes. She didn’t hide how she felt about me. When she first arrived, I had fun with her. We all liked sampling the new pussy. But after a couple of weeks, she started to favor me. I hadn’t let it bother me until she tried to get me to not use a condom. Hell no. Since then, I stopped being with her. Libby had told me she bitched about it to the other kittens. Told me to watch my back. I’d relayed the warning to my brothers. None of us would take well to getting trapped by an unplanned pregnancy. Part of me was surprised that Storm and Madeline hadn’t gotten involved yet.
“Okay, man. Catch ya tomorrow.” He jerked his chin and led Misty away.
My legs didn’t move after they’d disappeared up the stairs. Maybe I should return to Libby. Wake her up and give fucking another try. At the very least, she’d suck me off.
I took two seconds to think about my options, then I continued my journey to the kitchen.
What the fuck was I thinking?
“Hey, brother. Where have you been?” Art asked.
I froze mid-step like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Art was with Sugar leaning against the counter, looking all cozy and shit. Something about this felt weird.
Shrugging the oddity off, I went to the fridge. “Needed some water.”
Sugar arched her eyebrow. “Interesting. I just filled up your mini-fridge yesterday.” She flicked her gaze toward the stairwell leading toward the dorms… To where Aspen was staying. Sugar didn’t call me out, but I could tell she knew I was lying through my teeth. “I’ll refill it tomorrow, babe.”
God bless her for covering for me in front of a brother.
“Thanks, Sugar.” I removed the bottle and went to her, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Appreciate it.”
She winked. “I know.”
“You two don’t stay up too late.” I held back a frustrated growl. They interfered with my destination. Not that I knew what I’d do once I got to Aspen’s room. Stand outside the door like a fool? At the moment, I certainly felt like one.
If I had any hope of winning the match, I had to get my head clear. My whole fucking pre-event routine had been derailed when I saw her green eyes staring back at me. When the only woman I’d ever loved was in the arms of another man. Although I didn’t need to worry about Hero trying to get with Aspen, he was madly in love with Roja. It didn’t matter. None of this was okay with me. Not one fucking bit.
Never mind the fact she’s pregnant…
I returned to my bedroom, stripped off my pants, and slid in behind Libby. I rubbed my soft cock against her ass, burying my nose in her blonde hair. Shit, she reminded me of Aspen. It was why I favored her over the other kittens.
Talk about a fucked up, sorry-ass man.
Cupping her breast, I ground into her harder, trying to work myself up. She moaned softly, reaching her hand behind her to grip me. Her finger brushed over my slit, slathering the precum around the head.
“Call me her name, Box. It’ll help get you there.” She stroked me, pressing the tip into her ass. I didn’t want her that way. I needed inside her pussy.