“What happened?” I could smell my cum dripping out of her. It was like all my senses had gone haywire and were heightened. “Did I just fuck you?” I shuddered in disgust with myself. What a stupid question. Of course I had. We were both naked. “God, I’m sorry, baby.”
Ava cradled my cheeks and stared into my eyes. “Do you know who I am?”
“What? Of course I know who you are. You’re my heart, my little warrior, the woman I love.”
“Oh my gosh.” She threw her arms around me and sobbed. “You remember me.”
I held her shaking body in my arms. “Yes, baby. Why wouldn’t I?” I buried my face in the crook of her neck. Then I remembered the run the club had had to the Twin Cities. We’d hit the Vipers’ clubhouse. “How did I get home? I was knocked out when I tried to help Art. Shit, Art.”
Ava rubbed my back. “Shh. Art is okay.” She pulled back. “That happened a week ago.”
“What?”
She nodded, her tears spilling down her cheeks. “I’d waited up for you. Remember you said you’d come to my room?”
“Yeah. I remember.”
“The guys brought you back. You were unconscious with a nasty gash on your head.”
I lightly touched the side of my head. “Damn. So why were we having sex?”
“You didn’t remember me. I needed you, but you didn’t remember me. You wanted to have sex, so I agreed.”
My stomach roiled. “Jesus Christ.”
“Don’t be upset. You didn’t force me. Not really. I was so desperate to be close to you, I went through with it.”
“That’s not a compelling reason. You know I would never knowingly hurt you.”
She pressed her lips to mine. “And you didn’t. I promise you. You didn’t.”
“I was on top of you. Smashing you into the mattress.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Mhmm, you were. But I enjoyed you taking me from behind.”
I dropped my chin to my chest. “Fuck, taking you?”
“When you’re up for it, you can make love to me.”
I hugged her. “I’m confused about everything. The only thing I’m not confused about is you. You’re my entire reason for living.”
“And you’re mine. We should clean up. You were supposed to pull out since there weren’t any condoms in your drawer.”
“We went without protection?” Shit, how could I do that to her?
“Are you upset?”
“Are you?”
“No. But I could get pregnant.”
I pressed my lips to her temple. “I wouldn’t be angry about that.”
“Why don’t you have condoms in your drawer?”
“I threw them out last summer. I wanted no reminders of my dirty ways before I fell in love with you.”
She smiled at me. “You really remember me?”