“I will not cause trouble for them or the pack. You have my word.”
Chapter 9
Layla
EventhoughSuttonwaswell enough yesterday to walk unassisted, arguing, rather aggressively, with Willow that we should be allowed to go home, exhausted him to the point I was able to convince him to stay at least one more night.
It was worth it. The rest, in a proper bed, away from all the medical machines and computers beeping and buzzing, did him a world of good. His color is back and his body… My god, I don’t know how, but his body is even more fit, his muscles more defined than ever. He looks like he did when he cut to make weight, but he’s bigger. He looks healthier than he ever did on the MMA circuit.
Warmth snakes down my spine and pools between my legs as my slick begins to flow. Not as much as it did when I was with…
I gulp down the guilt of thinking about Zayd. I’m supposed to forget him. I have to.
What better way to erase another man from my memory than to replace that memory with a new one?
“I’ve missed you,” I say, coming up behind Sutton, standing at the kitchen sink getting himself a glass of water, sliding myhands around his waist before dipping my fingers beneath the waist of his sweatpants.
“Not now, Layla,” he barks and turns out of my hold.
“Oh. Okay? I… Did I do something wrong?” I ask and wince at how ill-conceived that question is.
Sutton slumps his shoulders. “No. I just… I can’t.”
I want to let him go. Give him time, but I have never been good at keeping my mouth shut when I know I should. “We need to talk about this, Sutton.”
“I can’t. Not yet. I will deal with it, Layla, but I need some time. Please.”
Sutton has never snapped so hard at me or turned to pleading so quickly. No matter how much I want to talk about this, I really don’t want to fight about it.
“I’m going to order something from the kitchen. Do you want anything?” I ask, changing the subject.
Sutton shakes his head and mumbles, “I’m good. Thanks.”
I order my food while Sutton disappears into the bathroom.
My finger is still on the button, ending the call to the kitchen when Sutton spins me around, picks me up, and throws me on the bed.
Sutton is naked. I’ve never seen him so erect.
It looks angry.
So does Sutton.
“Sutton, baby? Are you okay?” My voice quavers.
Sutton doesn’t answer. He just strips me naked and takes me roughly, grunting and driving deeply with every thrust of his hips.
It’s worrying at first, but then I can’t help but give myself over to him.
I want him to use me. It’s what I’ve wanted since my first heatwave. It’s what I wanted from Zayd.
My body tenses when I think about Zayd, worried Sutton will know, somehow, and hate me for it.
But I don’t want to be with Zayd instead of Sutton.
If anything, I want to be with both of them.
A wave of slick coats Sutton’s cock. He thrusts harder, grunting and moaning.
