Benny looked over at him, eyes haunted.“I thought coming back strong would make it easier.But now I’m scared I’m gonna let everyone down again.”
Vic chose his words carefully.“You’re not alone in this anymore.We’ve got your back.All of us.”
Benny stared at the ground for a long moment, then gave a tired nod.
But Vic could already see the storm gathering behind his eyes.
The honeymoon was over.
Benny was back—but the fight wasn’t finished.
***
Bonnie
Eleven days.
Bonnie lasted eleven fucking days.
She stared at her phone for the hundredth time, thumb hovering over Vic’s name.She’d already texted him once, fighting to ignore his response.Her pride screamed at her to put it down.Her body and something dangerously close to her heart told her pride to fuck off.
She hit Call before she could talk herself out of it.
It rang twice.
“Montrose,” he answered, voice low and warm like he’d been waiting.
Bonnie closed her eyes.“It’s Bonnie.”
A pause.Then she could hear the smile in his voice.“Hey, Bunny.”
Her heart clenched hearing the sweet name he’d gifted her.She didn’t bother with small talk.“You busy tonight?”
“Not anymore.”
***
He showed up at herdoor forty minutes later.
The second it closed behind him, they were on each other—no greetings, no awkward catch-up.Just mouths and hands and weeks of pent-up frustration.Vic lifted her like she weighed nothing, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom.
It was even better than the first night.
Wild.Rough.Hungry.
Bonnie rode him hard, nails digging into his chest, while Vic gripped her hips and drove up into her with powerful strokes that made her see stars.They flipped positions twice, neither willing to let the other have full control for long.When she came the first time, she bit his shoulder to muffle her cry.The second time, he flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind until she was shaking and cursing his name.
Afterward, they lay tangled and sweaty, breathing hard.
Bonnie expected him to leave.
Instead, Vic rolled onto his side, propped his head on his hand, and looked at her with those steady gray eyes.
“So,” he said, voice rough, “you gonna tell me why you kicked me out like I had the plague?”
Bonnie laughed despite herself.“Because you’re dangerous.”
“Dangerous,” he repeated, amused.
