Shit.
I drop back against the cot, breath shaky, chest rising and falling as if I ran a mile instead of lying here letting him touch me like I’m worth the effort.
I’m not, and he knows it.
It was nothing.It meant nothing.Just a little fever heat between rivals.Happens.It’s fine.He’s not mine.Not part of my plan.Not the one I want.
Dove.
She’s the priority.The line I can’t afford to blur.The only one who counts.
I drag a hand down my face, my lips still tingling from Wolf’s seductive mouth.
Christ, I need saving, but I don’t want that.I want Wolf again, and I intend to fuck his hot feral ass until he’s out of my system.
It’s official.I’ve finally snapped and lost the last marble rattling around in my skull.
The second I escape the break room and the man inside it, my composure shatters.
The walls close in, and the air ripens with the stench of my fucking shame.I can’t breathe.
Congrats to me.Certified lunatic.Straitjacket queen.Not that anyone’s lining up to take the crown, but hey, I wear it well.
Like seriously.
What.
The.
Fuck.
I should’ve spent the morning interrogating Jag Rath about his intentions with Dove.Should’ve been protecting her by pressing him, punching through his lies, and ripping the truth out of him with my bare hands.
But no.What did I do instead?I played with his dick.
Now I can’t stop replaying it, every filthy inch of him sliding in my grip, every aggressive lick of his tongue rubbing in my mouth.
And the part I’m choking on the most?The absolute rock-bottom truth?
It was hot as fuck.
Dove deserves better.
I know she and I aren’ttogethertogether, but I’m working on that.I want her to be my girl.
Fucking around with her stepbrother after she told me he hurt her… Yeah, I’m the literal scum of the earth.No better than her cock-gobbling ex-fiancé.
I fucked up.Frigid gods above, grant me strength and bigger balls.She won’t forgive me for this.
Who can blame her?
The reel won’t stop spinning in my head.Jag’s mouth.Jag’s body.My hand on him like it belonged there.And now it’s all tangled with Denver’s mouth, Denver’s body, the old sickness howling in surround sound.
Heat and cold sweep through me.Sweat slicks my temples, and I grip the counter’s edge for balance.
“Hey, man.”Declan approaches.“You okay?”
My heart jackhammers, and blackness creeps in at the edges of my vision.Can’t gather my thoughts.Can’t pull in air.
