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Skylar was panting, her heart beating, her blood singing.
Holy shitwas right.
Every time she thought sex couldn’t get better with Julian, she was proved wrong.
“My turn now,” a male voice said, and Skylar blinked and looked up.
Oh. Rex.
She’d forgotten about him.
“Come here, baby,” Julian muttered. He rose and helped her do the same, then ripped one of the blankets off the bed and wrapped her in it. Putting his body between her and Rex, he said, “You’re not getting anywhere near her.”
“What the hell? That’s not up to you. Right, Skylar? It’s our turn, now.” She looked at Rex again, his cock still visible, his pants barely hanging on his hips from when he’d shoved them down to jack off. Quickly, he jerked his pants up but left them unzipped and unbuttoned.
Skylar felt unease slither up her spine. When she’d devised this whole plan, it had seemed like a good idea, especially when Julian had gone along with it. But now Rex was here, and she was afraid, not so much about what Rex would do when he figured out he’d been played, but what Julian would do when Rex did what he always did and acted like an asshole.
Fuck, Skylar. Why don’t you ever remember?Consequences.
She cleared her throat and said from behind Julian, “I’m sorry, Rex. As you saw, what Julian and I shared was intense. I was wrong to think I could be with anyone but him.”
“What the fuck?” Rex spit out. “What’s with this hot and cold shit? Is this some sort of game you’re playing to get me turned on? Because my cock is hard and ready for you.”
“It’s not a game,” she said.Liar. “I just changed my mind. Can you leave?”
“Not without getting what you promised me.” He took one step forward, and the next thing Skylar knew, Julian had grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him up against the wall.
Rex looked stunned, glancing between them. “What the fuck is this? You set this up together. Or did he put you up to this, bitch?”
Julian punched him in the face. Hard. Skylar gasped.
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Do not call her a bitch,” Julian warned, his voice low in his throat.
Undeterred, Rex shouted, “Oh right, she’s not a bitch. She’s a fucking cunt.”
This time, Julian punched him twice in quick succession. Rex groaned, blinking his eyes as if he couldn’t see straight.
“One more insult, and I will wipe the floor with you, Asshole. So what else do you have to say?”
Skylar put a hand on his arm. “Please, Julian, let’s just go. I’m sorry I pulled you into this. Please.”
* * *
Julian didn’t wantto let Asshole go, but at Skylar’s urging, he shoved him away. Rex swayed on his feet. “If you see her again, run in the other direction,” he told the man before he turned, wrapped an arm around Skylar’s waist, and urged her, still wrapped in a blanket, toward the door. “I’ll get us another room,” he began, just as Rex called out, “Still haven’t learned your lesson about being a goddamn slut, have you, Skylar? And Julian, word of advice, retain a good lawyer. Because sooner or later, she’s going to claim you raped—”
Julian saw red. He bellowed with rage and dove for Rex, slamming him back into the wall. Taking a step back, Julian grabbed the man by his collar, reared his fist back, and punched him in the face so hard he immediately heard the crack of cartilage. Rex screamed and bent forward, his hands going to his face, which was spattered with blood. “You broke my nose!”
“And I’m not done yet, you bastard!”
Julian heard Skylar scream his name, but it didn’t stop him from hitting Asshole in the face again. Then again.
Rex blindly swung back, and Julian easily dodged his fists.
One. Uppercut.“That’s for calling Skylar a bitch.”
Two. Kidney punch.“That’s for calling Skylar a cunt and a slut.”
