Am I ever going to be able to look at myself without remembering that night? Last night, when I was riding Donovan, I wasn’t even thinking about it. For the first time, my past wasn’t on my mind at all while I was naked and exposed. It was just him, the feel of his thick cock inside me, how it was splitting me open… how I was so sure it was touching places I didn’t even know I had.
And I…
A knock at the front door pulls me out of my thoughts. The shower is still running, and Donovan is in there singing some song slightly off-key…
So I go to the front door, but it’s already opening by the time I get there.
The man standing there is pretty… which is irritating enough, but I can tell by the arch of his brow and the smirk on his face that heknowshe’s pretty and it’s become a permanent part of his personality. He’s got soft-looking skin that’s smooth, save for a single beauty mark on his left cheek.
I’m guessing from the tall, broad build of his body that he’s into sports, though I don’t get where the ’90s boy-band haircut that makes his dark hair flop into his eyes comes into play… it makes him look more like a model than a jock. That, paired with the perfectly straight, extremely white teeth and the dimple that pops out on his left cheek when he flashes me a smirk, tells me I’m right.
He thinks he’s some kind of main character in every story he’s in… but the way his dark eyes are sweeping around the room like he’slookingfor something, I wonder if he realizes he’s about to be nothing more than a tragic footnote.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Maybe it’s weird for me to be offended that someone else has a key to Donovan’s apartment since my copy is still technically stolen, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m thinking about peeling off this asshole’s handsome face. When Donovan comes out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel and the guy’s smile widens, I’m pretty sure I’m going to kill him.
“Wow, you move fast, huh?” The man’s voice is full of amusement, though I notice his eyes cutting back to me as I look around the room for a weapon. “Where’s your pants?” And then,like he’s testing me, he looks back and arches a brow. “Not that I haven’t seen it before, right, Donovan?”
“I could kill you right now, you know?” I say it softly. Donovan lets out a shocked laugh and steps forward, sliding his arm around my waist and snapping the top of the pants I’m wearing.
The man in front of me tilts his head slightly, just enough to let me know what I’m looking at.
A predator circling another predator.
Hm. Maybe Donovan has a type.
“Oakley, stop giving Shiloh shit.” Donovan squeezes me tighter and pulls me further into his apartment while I let the name sink over me. Iknowthe name Oakley. Asshole Oakley who makes Jude’s eyes sad. “Why are you here?”
The grin doesn’t waver, but he does turn his focus from me to Donovan with an almost helplessly gorgeous expression that I’m sure has gotten him out of trouble more times than he can remember. “You told me there was a problem. Also, we play Boston tonight. I’m hurt you didn’t remember, but I suppose I’ll forgive you. You have lots of new things going on, apparently.”
Donovan’s brows pull together, and I can admit I’m more focused on the wordproblemthan I have any right to be. He didn’t tell me about a problem… but maybe it’s a hockey problem. For all I know, the ice is melting and they have to use their powers combined to fix it.
I don’t have a right to all of Donovan’s problems when I haven’t told him that I’m really, really running low on paint and I’m going to have to solve that soon.
“Is it handled?” Donovan sounds so serious when he asks—I want to peel away all the layers of mystery that have suddenly popped up around him with the appearance of the handsome asshole in front of us.
Last night meant something—giving him that moment, that vulnerability…
It meant something, and now I’m greedy for every single part of him I can get.
The problem is those parts are focused on the man standing in front of me.
“It will be. Don’t worry, Donovan.” His voice goes soft for just a second, all that bravado and charm fading into something kind and caring. “I won’t let you get hurt.” I’m just thinking how much I hate the fact that he can show Donovan vulnerable emotions that I’m not sure I can feel when his eyes cut to me, dark like a storm. “Ever.”
That… was definitely a threat. And I’m definitely right in thinking that he knows more than he should, even though he’s never met me before.
“Do you want to come in? I was going to make breakfast.” Donovan starts toward the kitchen as Oakley shuts the door, much to my irritation… and when his towel slips and shows the plump curve of his ass, the man beside me whistles.
“Wow, Nico is really missing out.” His voice is a tease, but his eyes flick to me again before Donovan turns around, struggling to tie the towel back around his hips.
“Who the fuck is Nico?” I grumble before I can help myself, and Donovan laughs.
“No one.”
“Oh, come on. Didn’t you tell your boyfriend about your old crush?” I narrow my eyes—not at Donovan, because I can’t blame him for who he knew before me, but at Oakley for bringing it up. I can blame him. “By the way, I finally got an answer for you.”
“An answer?” Donovan’s voice is full of confusion.
