Sucker Punched by Kelley R. Martin Page B

Wouldn’t even stop when I called after her. No number, no goodbye. Nothin’.”
    Normally I like it when a girl understands that a hook-up is just a hook-up. I’m more inclined to seek out a repeat performance if she’s under no illusions that it’s just about sex for me. But with Macy. . .shit, there was nothing “normal” about that.
    It’s been a month and I’m still thinking about her. Still analyzing what went wrong.
    I don’t fucking analyze. I get in, get off, get out.
    If the sex was good and she’s not too clingy then I might hit her up again, but I damn sure don’t think about her when I’m doing regular shit. Macy’s popped into my head while I’m at work, while I’m in the shower, while I’m brushing my fucking teeth. . .
    It’s annoying as shit.
    Maybe I can’t stop thinking about her because the sex was so good. I don’t think I came that hard in. . . ever . Or maybe it’s because I finally met a girl who’s better at hook-ups than I am.
    For someone who claims to be a good girl, she sure knows how to fuck ’em and duck ’em like a bad girl. She got off and that was it. No thank you. No goodbye. The least she could’ve done was give me a fake number.
    That’s got to be why that night’s played on my mind like an endless loop. I’m just not used to being on the receiving end of such an epic brush-off.
    I’ve got to admit, it doesn’t feel good.
    “Would you have called her if she did?” Savannah asks, interrupting my thoughts.
    “If it meant I’d get to nail her again, then abso-fuckin’-lutely.”
    She rolls her eyes. “You’re a pig.”
    Standing, I shrug and put the cigarette between my lips again, opening the door to the stairwell. “You never asked if I had honorable intentions, just whether or not I’d call her if given the chance.”

    It’s late as fuck by the time we leave the hospital, and I need another cigarette like I need my left nut. This shit is too fucking stressful. Now I know why some people only see their families on Thanksgiving and Christmas.
    I pull out a smoke and put it between my lips. There are no smoking signs all over the exterior of the building, but since each step puts us farther and farther away from the exit, I ignore them. 
    Plus, I’m not technically smoking yet, so I’m not breaking any rules. I’m just brushing up against them.
    “That wasn’t so bad, huh?” I mumble around the cigarette.
    Bringing the lighter up, I flick the wheel and cup the flame, sucking deep. Now I’m breaking the rules. 
    “At least you guys didn’t kill each other or anything,” I say on a long exhale. 
    “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    Declan’s tone makes me pause, and when I meet his eyes, it registers. 
    Shit. He knows.
    Declan always thought our dad abandoned us, but things weren’t so cut and dry. I’ve tried explaining that to him fifty different times, but he never wanted to hear it. 
    I guess he has now.
    Damn, I really thought once he knew the whole story he’d be. . .happy. Well, happ ier . It’s still no fucking fairy tale.
    Any way you look at it, lives were ruined.
    I shake my head and put away my lighter. “Look, man, he didn’t want it to come from me.”
    “So?” His voice takes on a tone I don’t appreciate as he steps forward. “God, I cannot believe you. Do you have any idea how much time we lost because of some bullshit lie? I’m never gonna get that time back, and you— of all fucking people —should’ve told me.”
    Savannah moves between us and puts her hands on his chest. “Let’s take this to the parking lot before they call security, okay?”
    Ignoring her, I take another drag. 
    He can’t believe me ? I can’t fucking believe him .  
    “Don’t try to put this all on me, asshole. I’ve been trying to get you to talk to him for almost two goddamn years, but your stubborn ass wouldn’t listen. It’s your fault you missed out on that time with him, not mine.” I try to walk around him, but