Page 107 of Revenge Saints

The farmhouse looms ahead, and that’s when I feel it, this low throb in my chest. I’m about to see her again. Face her.

Aspen.

I head straight to the outdoor shower, stripping my jeans and stepping under the freezing water. It hits me like a slap, clearing the fog, dulling the edge. For a second, I breathe.

Maybe now I’ll finally fucking sleep.

Inside, Max and Ryker’s bedroom door is cracked open, so I head in, pulling on a clean pair of cargos and a tight black compression shirt. The ones I’d been wearing were dirty as fuck; I washed them and left them out to dry.

When I walk out, Dante’s on the couch, shirtless, shorts slung low.

I drop into the lounge chair across from him with a groan. Every muscle aches. My head’s a war drum.

“Feeling better?” he asks.

There’s a fresh cut near his hawk tattoo. I stare at it longer than I should.

He catches my gaze and smirks. “Figured it’s only fair she cuts me too.”

My cock twitches. I ignore it. Nod once.

“Hey, I got you some frui—”

Aspen stops talking when she sees me. “It’s enough for both of you.” She is quick to add.

“I’m good,” I say, jaw tight.

I should leave.

I can still feel the anger simmering under my skin. One wrong look, one careless word, and I’ll snap. And she’ll run. Again.

Dante’s staring at me. Watching how I won’t look at her.

He exhales. I hear it.

He fuckingknows.

God, I need sleep. Just an hour, please. I lean back, eyes closing.

Then I hear him. Gentle.

“Come here, doll.”

I don’t move, but I feel her walk past me. Ifeelit like a whisper down my spine.

Then her gasp.

“No, Dant—”

She doesn’t finish.

A moan tumbles out instead. Soft. Breathless.

I open my eyes. Turn my head.

And fuck me…

One foot on the floor, the other on the couch, legs spread wide, and Dante’s mouth buried between her thighs.