Page 28 of Perdition

It didn’t go anywhere, asshole, you just lost it because you had your head stuck so far up your ass you couldn’t see it fading away.

A knock on the door jarred him from his thoughts, and he grunted a curse. Tossing the cell to the bed, he stood and strode to the door, ready to tear the asshole out of whoever dared fucking bother him after the night he’d had.

Unlocking the door, the pulled it open with enough force it slammed back into the wall, more than likely leaving a dent in the drywall.

Standing in the hallway, her face pale, her eyes wide, her hands clutching a brown paper bag like it was life, was Sarah.

Apparently, he’d scared her.

Good.

He wasn’t in the mood for her and whatever drama she was bringing that morning.

Hell, it wasn’t even 7 AM, and he already felt like shit warmed over.

“F-Frost?” Sarah blabbered, pressing a hand to her chest. A chest, he noticed, that was nearly on full display. Why was she wearing a crop top with what looked like a barely there bikini so early in the fucking morning? Was she headed for a day on the lake? Or was that for his benefit?

Sure, she had great tits, but she had nothing on Em.

Em’s tits were fuller, plumper, and they tasted like fucking heaven in his mouth. Even after the twins were born, and they’d grown just a little less firm than before, he loved the hell out of them. How could he not? Those breasts fed his babies, giving life sustaining nutrients to his most precious creations; the two people he wouldn’t hesitate to murder for. Also, those breasts had been a soft landing place for him on nights when things were so fucking heavy, he could barely keep his head up.

Also…they were just so fucking pretty, so perfectly fit to his hands, he knew God had handcrafted them just for Madsen Flowers.

Like an unearned, undeserved gift…one he’d squandered when he should have been worshipping them.

Even better, they were a gift no one else had seen or touched, just him. Em had only ever been his, as he’d only ever been hers.They were each other’s one and only, and to him that meant something.

It used to mean something to Em, too, until you messed that up by giving Sarah the time of day and leaving your wife out in the wind and rain like a stray dog.

Crossing his arms over this chest, he stared at the woman outside his bedroom door, and drawled, “What do you need, Sarah?”

That was it. No soft words. No placation.

At his tone and his less than welcoming stance, Sarah drew back. She wasn’t used to the hard and chilling Frost.

Yeah, he was a dumbass, but he was capable of learning from his mistakes. Even if it felt too little to fucking late.

Sarah, quickly recovered, smiled her usual bright and charming smile—the kind of smile that usually made him feel like a million bucks just to see it. Damn, he was a dipshit.

“I just wanted to check on you; you haven’t been texting me back, and I was worried about you,” Sarah said, a strange breathiness to her voice that made him frown.

Had she always sounded like that?

She took a step closer, reaching out to put a hand on his arm.

He stiffened, pulling back.

Wrongness. A twisting in his gut. That’s what he felt when he realized she was all too comfortable just touching the Unchained president like she had a fucking right.

“I was busy, Sarah. I didn’t have time to reply,” he said, his tone matching the chill in his veins.

The breathy voice, the touching, the audacity to come to his room in his own fucking clubhouse without first seeking permission…yeah. He’d let things go too far.

And now he was eating up all the fucking regret like month old rotten eggs and spoiled milk.

Sarah’s smile slipped. Her gaze dropped to something behind him, and when she met his gaze once more, her entire expression changed. Bright charm to temptress. Like a fucking light switch.

“I know you’ve been busy, and I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help you, you know, lighten the load.” She blinked up at him, her eyes going heavy, that smile seeming to turn coy. She reached out again, her hand headed for her chest. “You know, you’ve been so tense, Frost…I could…I could help you with that.”