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What if he hadn’t?
I hadn’t had the guts to spill my soda down the back of his neck, or do something equally extreme to get his attention, though I’d considered it. And I wasn’t hungry anymore. The cheeseburger was half-unwrapped, growing cold and stale on my lap.
“This is the worst cheeseburger in the world,” I muttered. “Kinda tempted to roll down my window so I can throw it out.”
“Not a good idea,” he replied gently. “If you throw food near the highway, a scavenger might get hit trying to carry it off the road.”
I had a sudden vision of a raccoon dying because of me. Maybe a whole family of them. “Oh. That’s… thoughtful. But I can’t stand the smell. You want it?” I offered it to him. The corner of his lip twitched, and he shook his head once.
“I’m a vegetarian.”
“You are not,” I said, shocked. “You can’t be.”
“Why not?” The lip twitched again.
“Because you’re—well, look at you!” I gestured to his massive torso. The Hummer had a larger than usual steering wheel, but it almost looked like a toy car under his hands. “Those thighs weren’t built from celery sticks. All that meat had to come from somewhere!” I gulped. “Not that I’ve been looking at your meat. At least, not in the way my sisters use the term. I meant the meat on your bones. All of them. They have meat on them. So much meat.” My voice trailed off, ending in a hoarse, humiliated whisper.
“What did you say?”
I slapped a hand over my mouth, not trusting what might come out. Who had I become? Was I channeling my sisters?
I was almost certain I had as many dirty thoughts as they did, but I never, ever said them out loud. Maybe my soda had been drugged. I tried to read the label. “No sodium pentothal,” I muttered. “Does that say THC-infused? Ugh, Colorado puts pot in everything now. I think I’m high.”
For a moment, the space between us was quiet. And then I heard a sound I had never thought I’d hear.
Laughter. Donovan threw his head back and… guffawed, that was the word. From the shock and surprise in his eyes as he made the sound, he didn’t laugh often.
“You sound high, sweet girl,” he said at last, then cracked the window a little bit. “Better eat some of that meat.” I would have sworn he wiggled an eyebrow, but it was so fast, I couldn’t be sure.
I turned my burning face to the window, letting the cold air rush over me. It felt so good on my heated skin, but soon, I was shivering again, and he rolled it back up.
Another half hour passed in silence. Well, I was contemplating the practicality of locking myself in a room for the rest of my life, where I would never have to face this man, or any man, or remember this moment.
It was the low point of my life. Well, so far.
In the next hour, that low point dropped… along with the remainder of my inhibitions.
Chapter 6
Valentine
Iwas drowsing in the car, dreaming of going down a slip-and-slide in the backyard of my house, with Donovan holding onto me the whole way, both of us naked and his knot pressing deep inside me, when a groan woke me up.
“Sweetheart? Whatever you’re dreaming about, you need to stop.”
“What—” My eyes snapped open as I realized what had felt like a waterslide in my dream was the front seat of the Hummer. “Did I spill my soda?” I mumbled, before I took a breath and realized the liquid that was all over the bottom of my thighs wasn’t soda.
It was slick. My own juices, spilling out of my panties.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. This is so humiliating,” I began, grabbing for the stack of napkins on the center console. But before I could use them, another gush of warmth flooded out of me, accompanied by a searing pain in my abdomen.
Why wasn’t the pill working? I peeked at the clock on the console. It had been over an hour. It should have taken effect.
“I’m… I’m dying. Donovan, hospital,” I croaked. “My stomach…”
“What’s wrong?” he demanded, his voice hoarse. “Food poisoning?”
I stifled a groan, then tried to speak through the pain. “No. It’s my heat. I’m having a heat.”
