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My eyes shutter as regret drowns me.
“I’m not them, Alana. I don’t expect anything from you.”
“That isn’t the reason I want to do it,” she argues.
“You need to get out of your fucking head, man. You’ve got a woman here who’s dripping wet and desperate. For. You.”
Emotion crawls up my throat.
“If you don’t give her what she needs, you’ll end up losing her to someone who will.”
His words ignite a fire inside me. “Someone like you? Like Reid?” I sneer. “Over my dead fucking body.”
“Exactly. Then start doing something about it,” he warns before diving for my wife, making her shriek. I’ve no idea if it’s in delight or horror; I don’t stick around long enough to find out. Instead, I march into the bathroom and slam the door closed behind me as self-hatred slowly poisons me from the inside out.
30
ALANA
“Fuck,” I whisper, curling onto my side and burying my face into JD’s chest.
The first thing I saw when I woke this morning was his electric blue eyes staring down at me, as if he was waiting for my eyelids to open so he could search for my soul. It was as overwhelming as it was comforting.
The second thing was the nightmare. Although the dark shadows that were still clinging to the edges of my psyche were soon pushed aside as I remembered what happened when I woke.
Fuck knows how I ended up in the hallway pinned between two gangsters, but I have a good idea.
Mav’s told me before that I’ve slept-walked, although something tells me that I might have slept-ran last night.
I tried running from the motherfuckers who haunt me, straight into two that…
Heat flows through me like a wave as I remember two sets of burning hands on me.
Reid cupping and squeezing my breasts; JD with his fingers deep inside me, his thumb against my clit.
They knew exactly what I needed, and then gave it to me without question.
It’s fucked up needing that to break free of the nightmare, when it was exactly what the men who were chasing me wanted—well, not exactly—but it works. My fear morphed into pleasure and the only thing I could focus on was them and their touch.
Suddenly, I felt brave, strong enough to face any demons who came to me while I had them working my body.
I was so lost in the memory, I barely noticed JD reach and drag my panties down my legs. I sure as hell noticed when he brought them to his nose and inhaled my scent.
“Addicted, Dove,” he murmured before diving for my lips and teasing me with his touch until I had no choice but to part my thighs, giving him access to the part of me that was throbbing in need.
My husband was behind me sleeping. It was wrong. It was also hot as hell. And even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop.
As I laid there, I fantasized about Mav waking up and joining in. It was only a fantasy, though, I never thought that—
I swallow thickly, remembering when he wrapped his hand around my hip and dragged me back. Fuck, I could have screamed in delight as he ground against me, using me for his pleasure.
It’s all I’ve wanted for so long. To drive him so crazy with need that he forgets all the shit that’s going on up in his head and just takes me exactly as he wants me.
I’ve heard the rumors about his past exploits that rumble around the club. I know he’s not a vanilla, missionary position in the dark kind of man. As far as I’m concerned, that only makes him more appealing. Who wants a man with a stick shoved up his ass when you can have a dark and dirty gangster? I know I fucking don’t.
A shudder rips through me as I remember their hands on me, the way they work me to perfection, totally in sync.
God, it was heaven.
