I blinked. “Yes.”
“Maybe you can lie to him, but you can’t lie to me. Most importantly, don’t lie to yourself, Jo.”
I blinked again. “What do you mean?”
He placed his palm on my abdomen with a sigh. “I’d have never put you on the pill like he made you, Jo.”
My mouth parted with silence for a moment. I wasn’t ready for this conversation. “It’s a mutual decision.”
“That’s what I thought, and that’s why I didn’t interfere. I thought it was your wish, too.”
“It is.”
He tilted his head to the side in reprimand, calling me on my bullshit.
How could he fail to notice I was in a reading funk and yet dig deep into my own soul, figuring out my hidden fears and unspoken desires when I wouldn’t acknowledge them myself?
Ever since I agreed to go on the pill when Furore asked, a part of me was unsettled. I’d smothered it down, though, paying no attention to it whatsoever because I wouldn’t sacrifice what Furore, Tirone and I had for anything, not even for my need to be a mother at some point of my life.
But now that Ty opened the subject, it felt like he ripped the Band-Aid off an open cut. “It’s the sensible thing to do. We’re not a typical family. We can’t have a baby.”
“You can have anything you want.Iwill give you anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Any fucking thing.”
“Then I want another orgasm before the bell rings.”
“You got it, little faerie, but don’t change the subject.”
“I don’t want to be the mother of your brother, Ty. That’s a line I don’t want to cross.”Here, I said it.
“Then be the mother of my baby. You’ll look so fucking hot when you’re pregnant.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, but you’re in high school.”
“I’ll graduate in a couple of months, and I already have a job.”
“You still have college and a life to live. And what job? Did I miss something?”
“I’m a Night Skull.”
I snorted. “Oh, that. Well, so is your dad, whom I’m married to.”
“Don’t mention him here. This is our space. Where onlyyouandIexist.”
I wrapped my arms behind his neck and brought him down for a kiss. “Prove it.”
He dipped his hands inside my bra and squeezed my breasts. His fingers drew circles on my nipples, hardening them fast. Then he brought my boobs out and feasted on them with feral hunger. “I fucking love your tits. Especially when you’re PMSing. They get so fucking firm and full.” He put as much as he could of me in his mouth and devoured. Then his hands found the globes of my butt. “I’ve always been a tit man, but when I saw that ass…”
“You became an ass man?”
“I became a Jo man.” He lifted me and wrapped my ankles around his hips, his erection hard against me. “I’m addicted to every inch of your curves, every fiber of you.” He unzipped his jeans and brought his cock out. Then he was inside me, long and rock hard and reaching all my nerve endings at once with his piercings. His face tensed, the faint scars around his eyes from the surgery more visible. Reflexively, I caressed them.
“They don’t hurt anymore, baby,” he whispered.
“I’m glad, but they hurt me when I see them. When I remember. Promise me you’ll never hurt yourself like that again.”