Page 14 of The Vigilante's Heart

“Do I need to get tested?” His body freezes above mine. His eyes darken and his jaw is clenched so hard I’m surprised he’s not broken a tooth.

“You want to run that one by me again?” His words are clipped, his anger building.

“We — no, you — didn’t use protection. I’m clean. I’ve never gone bare before and I regularly get tested through work. But I know nothing about your history or how often you fuck like this. Do I need to worry about anything?”

“I’m going to let that slide, this time. But if you ever imply that I would do anything to hurt you, to endanger you again, you’re not going to like the consequences,” he seethes. “I’ve never fucked bare before. I’d never even considered it until you.”

“Fine, but you can’t blame me for asking, Bennett. I’m a doctor, it’s ingrained in me.” I ignore the thrill that runs through me at being the first he’s taken like that.

“Don’t do it again,” his words are clipped, he’s still not happy with me. Well, that makes two because I’m not particularly happy with him either.

“Then there’s the issue of birth control.” As the words leave my mouth, his eyes travel back down my body, his gaze heated. He brings a hand to the lips of my pussy and collects his cum, slowly pushing it back into me.

“What about it?”

“I’m not on it,” I breathe.Fuck, why do I find what he’s doing hot?

“You don’t need to be.”

“What do you mean? Can you not have children?” I shouldn’t feel disappointed at that. We don’t know each other.

“As far as I’m aware, I can.” His fingers are still pushing into me; he’s gathered every drop of his cum and gradually worked it back inside me.

“Then why would we not need it?”

“Because I plan on getting you pregnant.”What. The. Fuck?

“You are joking?” Although, his current actions would suggest otherwise.

“Not even a little bit.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I can’t get pregnant.” Not true. Well, not completely true. He smirks at me, like he knows I’m full of shit.

“Then birth control shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”Fucker.

“Bennett, be serious right now. We are not getting pregnant. We don’t know each other.”

“I’m coming inside you, Peyton. Every damn time. If you don’t want kids yet, then you need to look at taking something, because I will not have anything between us.”

“You’re insane.”

“So you keep saying, yet you’re still here.”

“Will you wear a condom until I start taking something?” I ask.

“No.”

“Damn it, Bennett. That’s not how this relationship is going to work.” I’m mentally doing the math of my cycle in my head. We should be okay — I’m past the most fertile time of the month. Add to that myissues with conceiving and it’s highly unlikely he can get me pregnant now.

“It’s sweet you think that.”

“Bennett, there’s wanting control and then there’s being an asshole,” I warn him.

“Sweetheart, I’m both.” Damn it, I should not find that endearing.

“I’ll get the shot,” I grumble.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” he murmurs.