I looked at the shredded rubber still attached to my dick. The end had blown off. No fucking way. I hopped from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I closed the door. I needed a damn minute to think alone. I flushed the remnants and started the shower.

My first instinct was to sue the fucking condom manufacturer. I always bought the same magnum, extra ribbed, extra thin. Those babies were my fucking go-to.

My second instinct to ask Alexa about her birth control. A girl like that had to be on the pill.

I heard a tap on the door.

“Luke?”

“Yeah, getting in the shower.” I ran both my hands over my head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Ok, can I join you?” Her sweet voice was muffled through the door.

I turned the latch. She stood in front of me, holding the sheet to her chest. Her blue eyes cut to my soul. I grabbed a towel from the linen closet and threaded it through the rack for her.

Without a word she walked inside the double shower while I held the door open for her. The floor was made from river rocks I’d had brought in from the Hill Country. It was a reminder of home. When things were easier. When I could float down the river in a tube with a cold beer and a bunch of friends.

“Even your shower is gorgeous.” She looked around at the tile.

“Err, thanks.”

The sex was fucking out of this world. So intense. So powerful. I’d wanted to fuck her so badly I’d blown through the damn condom. I shouldn’t have been so surprised. We were rough and hungry for each other. I’d never fucked another woman with such fervent passion. Never.

For the first time in my life I’d agreed to have a relationship—some kind of relationship. And now I was standing in the shower looking into the ocean blue eyes of a girl I might have knocked up.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. “The condom thing?”

I could be a complete dick and act like everything was fine when we both knew it wasn’t, or I could act like a man and hit this head on.

I shrugged. “You’re on the pill, right? I’m not too worried.” Deflection and lies—my real go-to.

She bit her lip as the rainfall droplets fell from the showerhead, splashing our shoulders.

“Sort of. Not regularly.” She didn’t look as freaked out as I felt.

“Shit.”

“You’re right though. It’s probably fine. The chances are so small and I doubt I’m even in that window. I’ll take one as soon as we get out of the shower.”

“But when did you take the last one?” I sounded like her damn doctor.

I didn’t know shit about women’s bodies other than how to make them come harder and more times than they ever had.

She twisted those pretty suckable lips together.

“Four days? Maybe five?”

“Hell.”

Her fingertips pressed into my forearm. For a second it steadied me. “It was one time, Luke. We’re fine.”

“Yeah.” I let the ice-cold death grip that had seized my lungs go. “Yeah, we’re fine.”

Alexa acted like everything was ok. She shampooed her hair and lathered up with soap. If she wasn’t freaking out, neither was I. There was no way she was pregnant. No way she had my baby inside her.

Instead of turning me off the thought made my cock rigid. I looked down to see my erection grow between us. It was the last thing I wanted—the last thing I needed. A baby. But the idea that I had fucked her so deeply was the hottest shit I’d ever thought about. I gazed at her flat belly.

“Do you think we could order some real food?” she asked. “I’m starving and maybe still a little buzzed from the bourbon, or maybe it was the sex.” She smiled playfully.

“We could go out,” I suggested.

She eyed me. “I don’t want to sound like a bitch, but I was serious earlier. I can’t be seen with you Luke. I want to stay.” Her eyes dropped innocently. “I want to be here with you, but I don’t know if my brand can survive you.”

I chuckled. It was as if she had called me a vampire or even something more toxic like a werewolf. My bite wasn’t that bad.

I gripped her chin and tilted her lips toward me. “I get it, baby.”

I kissed her, sucking the air from her, while she ground her hip against my thigh. I didn’t need the fucking drama either. Charlie was going to have to come up with another way to build my new choir boy image.

“Really?” Her eyes darted back and forth.

“Damn.” My hands slid over her slick wet curves. “Just how long did you want to extend your stay in Austin?” I cupped her ass like I owned it. After the past twenty-four hours, I was damn sure I did. I owned every inch of this woman’s body.