More than Friends

I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “I thought you liked Dirty Dean.”

She laughs, and her smile reaches up to her bright blue eyes. “Only when I get to play with him.”

“Is that what you want?” I release her hands to fumble with my belt. “A hate fuck from me.”

“You don’t hate me,” she coos, stopping me from removing my belt.

“Maybe not, but I’m still angry. And I don’t want to hurt Noah.”

“You can’t hurt him, you idiot.” She rolls her eyes at me.

“Whatever. Wait until after Noah is born, and then, we’ll see how things go. Okay?”

Kat tugs at the buckle and flips open the top button on my jeans. “Let me take care of you, Dean. It doesn’t have to be this way. I can make you feel better.”

“Don’t.” I cover her hand with mine.

“Why not? When was the last time you had sex?”

“With you. Back in the summer at your house.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Really? You haven’t slept with anyone else.”

“Why does that surprise you? If anyone would know that I’m not the sleazeball everyone thinks, it should be you. Isn’t that why you wanted me to fuck you without a condom in the first place?”

“You don’t have to be so crass.”

“That’s what we did.” I dip down to brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “You wanted me to fuck your tight pussy. You wanted me to know how good you feel so that I would fall in love with you. Wasn’t that part of your plan, Kitten?”

“Dean,” she whispers, closing her eyes. “Please. Stop tormenting me.”

I move my lips to her neck and plant kisses on her skin. She stills between my legs, sucking in deep breaths that turn to soft moans. “You want me to make you come, Kitten? You want me to reach between your legs and finger the tension from your body?”

“Yes,” she hisses.

I sit back and place my hands on my thighs. “Well, we can’t always get what we want.”

“You dickhead,” she screams. “Stop doing this to me.”

“There you go again, polluting our son with your potty mouth.” I smile at Kat just to taunt her. We play this game so often that I can’t stop myself. She mind fucked me for months. Maybe I’m being an immature asshole for doing it back to her, but part of me feels as though she deserves my hostility.

Our son needs a father. That doesn’t entitle Kat to have a sexual relationship with me. One day, I will give in, because I want her, too. I have to get over my anger before I can forgive her. But I will. I could never stay mad at Kat.

“You have some nerve with all the cursing you do around him.” She turns around so that her back is facing me and bends over to reach into the refrigerator.

I lean forward to smack her firm ass.

She jumps and then turns around with two bottles of water in her hands. “You don’t get to touch my ass if you’re not gonna play with me.”

I slide off the counter, take the bottles from her hands, and set them down behind me. “I kept a secret from you, too,” I confess.

“Seriously? What happened to coming clean wi

th each other?”

“It’s not the kind of secret you kept from me.” Cupping her face in my hands, I gaze into her eyes. “I’ve thought of having sex with you, trust me I have. But I can’t go through with it.”

She gives me a pained look. “Because you’re not attracted to me anymore?”