When the last shudder passed through them both, they collapsed on the bed and the last thought Zach had before falling into an exhaustive sleep was simple. Goddammit.

Chapter Ten

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Sara forced her eyes open. At first she wasn’t quite sure where she was. But quickly she realized that it was her bedroom, in her house. With one large arm thrown possessively over her waist.

Tell me I didn’t. But she knew she had. It all came flooding back to her. The club. The bar fight. That bitch Casey. And the best sex she’d ever had in her life.

Well, at least when she lost it, she really lost it.

She looked over her shoulder at Zach. He was out cold, his dark brown hair falling across his face. But she could still see the bruises and cuts from the bar fight.

Sara couldn’t believe that was her last night. She had been completely out of control. Although, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she hadn’t been out of control—at least not in the usual sense. In fact, she’d been completely aware of every move she had made. Almost hyper-aware.

She glanced over at the clock on her night table. She still had a couple of hours before she had to be into work, but she just couldn’t face Zach when he woke up. He would, naturally, think her a big ol’ slut. Probably want to pass her around to his friends. And she couldn’t really blame him. She hadn’t merely thrown herself at the guy. She’d practically tackled him. The thought made her cheeks burn.

She slowly slipped out from under his arm and off the bed. She threw on some clothes she had left lying on the floor and quietly escaped her own house.

***

Zach knew the minute she was awake. He felt her whole body tense up. She slid out of bed, grabbed some clothes, and was gone.

Part of him wanted to stop her. Grab her fine ass and drag her back to bed; he wasn’t near being done with that body. But he was too busy kicking himself in the ass. She was his. Even if she had no intention of letting him near her again, no other woman would ever get close to him. He wouldn’t let them. He was bound to her for the rest of his life, which didn’t make him happy. Forget that he never wanted this in the first place. Forget that he was convinced she was possibly clinically insane. The bottom line was, she ran. She didn’t kiss him awake or make him breakfast. She didn’t even stop to shower. She woke up, saw Zach lying next to her, and took to the hills. Not a good sign when one was just starting out on a relationship.

Zach turned over with a sigh and looked up at the ceiling. “You are an idiot, Sheridan.”

***

Sara unlocked Miki’s apartment door with her key. They each had a set of the others keys for safety reasons. Theory was it was for emergencies only. Otherwise, you knocked. But Sara was convinced this was an emergency.

She found Angelina asleep on Miki’s incredibly comfy couch and Miki asleepin her recliner. They didn’t move when she walked in, so she slammed the door shut. Angelina didn’t move, but one eye opened and focused on Sara. Miki, however, flew out of the recliner, the book she still had in her hand raised as a weapon.

Sara looked at her two closest friends, “Well, I’m a whore.”

“Oh, please.” Angelina turned over and closed her eyes again.

Miki looked equally unimpressed. “Not again.” Miki threw her book on the old coffee table. “Give us a break. What the fuck happened last night anyway? We leave you alone for two minutes and you up and disappear on us.”

“We were worried sick,” Angelina added from the couch. Her voice muffled because she had buried her head into the cushions.

“I just went for a walk. Then things spun out of control!” She yelled the last sentence.

“Skelly called last night. He’s unbelievably pissed at you. And he said to tell you that you are going to pay for the repairs.”

Sara didn’t blame the man, she felt like the whole thing was her fault.

“So are you going to tell us what happened or not?” This from muffled-Angelina.

“I need a shower first.”

Miki took a step back, “You haven’t showered? You’re still covered in his DNA, aren’t you?”

Sara started to say something, and then thought better of it. She needed her friends right now. Instead she stalked off to the bathroom, while Miki and Angelina burst out laughing.

“And throw out the soap when you’re done!”

Once she was clean enough for Miki’s standards, she changed into sweats that she had left over at Miki’s and filled her two friends in on the last 16 hours, while they ate bacon and eggs cooked by Angelina. Although she was once again extremely sketchy on the fuck-of-a-lifetime details.

“So basically,” Angelina analyzed, “You were the bone and they were the dogs fighting over it… uh… you.”

“I am really starting to hate your analogies.”

“Whatever. And his cock was huge?”

“So don’t need to hear that.” Miki choked out past a piece of toast.

“Enormous.” Sara held her hands up to give an approximate length.

“Rock on.” Angelina gave the thumbs up and pushed herself off the couch, “I need coffee. Anyone else?”

Both Sara and Miki nodded and Angelina moved off to the tiny kitchen that was right next to the tiny living room.

“Still hungry?” Miki asked quietly as Sara sopped up the last of the egg yolk with her toast. Sara shrugged. She could eat a ton of bacon and never get full. She loved bacon. Miki’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her friend, “Perhaps you’d like a steak? Rare?”