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“No, but today you’ve been acting like a total brat. You caused this mess, Dillon. You need to be the one to sort it out.”

And with that, he walked away to join Ryan, leaving me on the outside with thoughts of the young woman in the lingerie I’d bought her dancing through my head.

Chapter Nine

Kodee

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“YOU NEED TO QUIT IT.”

I was standing inside the door of Ryan’s room, my arms folded across my chest. The door was still open a crack behind me. I hadn’t bothered to shut it—perhaps a small part of me knowing what was about to happen and using it as punishment for Dillon.

Ryan didn’t look up at me. “Quit what?”

He remained focused on pulling items of clothing out of his drawers. He was no longer wearing his shirt, though he still had his pants on. He either slept naked or in his boxers, depending on what happened before he fell asleep. Perhaps the new arrival had suddenly made him decide he needed a set of pajamas, too. I took a moment to appreciate his naked torso. Though he’d been out of the Army for months now, he was still physically fit. The hours of rehab he’d been through, especially with needing to strengthen his upper body, had left him wiry with muscle. His body wasn’t perfect by any means, however, and still displayed numerous twisted scars.

“You know what?” I said. “You’re acting like a jealous little bitch. The poor girl never asked to come here. I highly doubt she is happy about her life as some kind of sex slave, being passed around all these criminals like a piece of property. The last thing she needs is to be made to feel as unwelcome as she actually is.”

“She’s in your bed,” he muttered.

“Maybe, but I’m not in it with her.”

“Would you like to be?” He finally lifted his gaze to mine, but his lower lip stuck out in a pout.

“If that lower lip juts out any farther, I’ll come across the room and bite it for you.”

The corner of his lip quirked. “That’s not encouraging me to stop.”

My cock jerked.

I hadn’t answered his question, however. Would I like to be in bed with the waif of a woman, with her dark hair and wide blue eyes? How could someone who must have been through so much still seem so innocent? It felt like a juxtaposition. Did I want to be in bed with her, though? It had been years since I’d touched a pussy, those sweet, soft folds, the wet pillows of her cunt. The distinct scent of musk as I pushed my tongue inside. Her breasts were small, and I imagined I could cover the entire thing with my mouth.

“You’re thinking about her now, aren’t you?” Ryan accused, his tone hurt.

“I’m allowed to use my imagination. I haven’t touched her.”

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