The farmhouse looms ahead, and that’s when I feel it, this low throb in my chest. I’m about to see her again. Face her.
Aspen.
I head straight to the outdoor shower, stripping my jeans and stepping under the freezing water. It hits me like a slap, clearing the fog, dulling the edge. For a second, I breathe.
Maybe now I’ll finally fucking sleep.
Inside, Max and Ryker’s bedroom door is cracked open, so I head in, pulling on a clean pair of cargos and a tight black compression shirt. The ones I’d been wearing were dirty as fuck; I washed them and left them out to dry.
When I walk out, Dante’s on the couch, shirtless, shorts slung low.
I drop into the lounge chair across from him with a groan. Every muscle aches. My head’s a war drum.
“Feeling better?” he asks.
There’s a fresh cut near his hawk tattoo. I stare at it longer than I should.
He catches my gaze and smirks. “Figured it’s only fair she cuts me too.”
My cock twitches. I ignore it. Nod once.
“Hey, I got you some frui—”
Aspen stops talking when she sees me. “It’s enough for both of you.” She is quick to add.
“I’m good,” I say, jaw tight.
I should leave.
I can still feel the anger simmering under my skin. One wrong look, one careless word, and I’ll snap. And she’ll run. Again.
Dante’s staring at me. Watching how I won’t look at her.
He exhales. I hear it.
He fuckingknows.
God, I need sleep. Just an hour, please. I lean back, eyes closing.
Then I hear him. Gentle.
“Come here, doll.”
I don’t move, but I feel her walk past me. Ifeelit like a whisper down my spine.
Then her gasp.
“No, Dant—”
She doesn’t finish.
A moan tumbles out instead. Soft. Breathless.
I open my eyes. Turn my head.
And fuck me…
One foot on the floor, the other on the couch, legs spread wide, and Dante’s mouth buried between her thighs.
