“Hell no.” My man reaches into a bowl behind the bar grabbing a fistful of condoms.
“I’m on the pill,” I remind him.
“Not taking any chances.”
Hazel rolls her eyes. “He says that now, but when he goes to fuck you later and feels the difference, he’ll be changing his mind.”
I scrunch my nose and Bo grabs the drink Hazel just pushed my way. He sniffs the glass. “You better not have put whatever shit it is in this that is knocking everyone up.”
“There is no such thing.” I roll my eyes at him.
“You would say that you’re a witch.”
“You should keep that in mind the next time you piss me off.” I reclaim the drink and knock it back.
“Babe, do you know how terrifying and yet sexy it is when you threaten me?”
“Why don’t you take me upstairs and show me.”
My sexy biker does just that.