Page 30 of Dread’s Beloved

“You saying I had a shot with you?”

“Had is the keyword.” I slam the door behind me and go to Zane’s room.

Maybe I’m not thinking clearly, but I don’t want to think at all. I need something or someone to make everything go away, even if it’s for ten minutes. I need to escape this nightmare that is currently my life. And maybe it’s stupid, but I need to be wanted. My husband didn’t want me. He wanted my best friend. Dread didn’t want me. He wanted his ex. And that explains so much. Man, does that explain a lot. Like a lot. I drop my backpack on Knives’ floor and pull my tee over my head. The door opens behind me. I probably look crazy with tears splotching my face, my hair all tangled and wild, standing here in my bra and jeans.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Did you mean what you said earlier about always having a thing for me and wondering what it would have been like?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” I grab him by his cut and go up on the tips of my toes to press my mouth to his.

He doesn’t question it. He goes right for it. Tongue in my mouth, hands down my pants. We go fast, dirty, and hot. White hot. This biker——this man tastes of beer and maybe a little like regret, but right now I need to feel alive.

“Knives,” I whisper his name into his mouth.

“Call me Justin. Out there, I’m Knives. In here it’s just me and you like we were meant to be.”

I nod as he unhooks my bra and flings it somewhere.

“Fuck, Kit Kat. Been wanting to do this all my life.” He smiles, kissing his way down my throat as he undoes the button on my jeans. I kick my boots off and shimmy out of my jeans as he gets undressed. He stops to stare at me for a moment. “Much better than the fantasy. Used to jerk off to your pictures all the damn time back in high school.”

“Shut up.”

“Hand to God, it's true. Was even going to take you to prom that time you broke up with Zane, but by the time I got up the nerve to ask, you’d taken him back.”

“There’s nothing to stop us now.”

“No, baby. There’s not.” He kisses me again. Softer and sweeter this time, walking me to his bed.

We go down on the mattress, his mouth and hands on me everywhere. I run my hands down his back and lick the side of neck.

“Gonna taste you, then I’m going to fuck you, Kit Kat.”

I nod as he moves down my body, planting kisses and nipping at my skin along the way. He jerks my undies down my legs and hooks his arms under my knees as he pulls me down the bed to bury his tongue in me.

“Pussy sweet enough to make a man fall in love,” he mutters, adding a finger. “You know when I saw you on the back of his bike, I was so fuckin’ jealous I about made him pull over so I could put you on mine.”

“Stop flattering me and fuck me.”

He grins, then gives me a long lick before positioning himself between my legs.

“Baby, you don’t understand how badly I’ve wanted this. Never in a million years did I think I’d have you in my bed.”

“I’m not going to be if you don’t stop talking,” I tease him.

“Eager,” he mutters, and then he’s in me. I close my eyes and go through the motions of blocking the rest of the world out.

“Yes,” I hiss as his mouth claims mine.

I’m riding my high until it all comes crashing down. The door flings open and some woman I’ve never laid eyes on before screeches, “You’ve got to be shitting me, Justin. Who is this bitch?”

He looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “Fuck,” he clips and pulls out of me, while taking the blanket with him, leaving me naked and exposed as he chases after her.

I’m an idiot. There must be a sign on my forehead that says, ‘Screw Kitty over, she’s dumb as a sack of rocks.’ Men are pigs. Cheating, lying pigs, and right now I hate them all.

As I’m getting my clothes on, Knives returns. “I can explain,” he starts.