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I groan as the soreness hits.
“Let’s get you in bed, Angel.” Dekker smooths back my hair as I feel Xayden pull out of me.
And I hate that I already miss that feeling.
Such a hussy.
“She’s sleeping here tonight,” I hear Xayden tell the guys.
And most of what happens next is a blur. My body is so sore and tired from everything that happened today that everything around me just fades out.
The last thing I remember is an arm around me pulling me close to him and Xayden’s wonderful smell surrounding me. It’s intoxicating and relaxing.
After that, the much-needed sleep finally takes me.
Chapter Twenty-Three
XAYDEN
Goddamn,it’s hotter than hell in here. My eyes refuse to open, but fuck, someone needs to turn the temperature down. I kick off the blankets and my foot hits something solid.
No, not something, someone.
My eyes fly open, and I turn to see Seven and Dekker next to me in bed. What the hell are they…Aurora.
Shit! I look around and try to see where she’s at on the bed, but she’s nowhere to be found. I rub the heel of my hand into my eye as I attempt to remember what exactly happened.
You fucked your stepsister. That’s what fucking happened.
And I hadn’t even been drinking. But something feral took over me. Something inside me just couldn’t take it anymore.
Her words in Dekker’s room just lit that fuse.
There was a burning inside me, and every part of me needed to touch and taste her.
But then I came to my senses.
The trouble I caused by crossing that line, I just walked right out. And I was in the process of figuring out what I was going to do when she came barreling into my room. And all the fight I had in me disappeared.
My fists were clenched and I had to will myself to sit there and not move.
But then she went and pulled that trigger.
Watching her with Dekker and Seven, them knowing what she tasted like. What she felt like, how she sounded, fuck me.
I fucking snapped.
A man can only be so strong, and she fucking broke down every barrier I had put up. Slayed me. The entire night was beyond hot and not how I had planned on spending my evening.
And being inside her? Feeling her tight pussy wrapped around my dick? That was fucking heaven.
When I die, I want that as my heaven.
And fuck, now I’m rock hard again.
But I need to find her. We need to talk. Because this can only go sideways if things aren’t discussed in a reasonable manner. If my father ever found out, I would be a dead man walking. He loves Rory. Hell, probably more than me. He used to talk about how he wanted to have a son and a daughter. He could just never bring himself to have a child with another woman outside of my mother.
Kicking my legs out onto the floor, I slowly stand up and head into my closet to put some clothes on, slipping into jeans and a T-shirt. I next walk into my bathroom and brush my teeth, then handle morning business before turning back into my room.