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My heart sinks, the traitorous thing.

That’s what you get for letting the fuck boy fuck you.

I don’t open my eyes. “Kai?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you…” I hesitate, unsure how to say this without sounding ridiculous and pathetic. “Can you not sneak out on me if I fall asleep? I mean, you can leave. I know you won’t stay here. I just…I can’t be in here all night with the front door unlocked.”

He takes a slow breath, his lips touching my temple. “Go to sleep, baby girl,” he says softly. “I’ll wake you up before I go so you can lock up behind me.”

“You could just go now,” I mutter.

“I like my way better.”

A lazy smile touches my lips before I fall asleep in his arms.

Chapter 25

KAI

Something’s not right.

A feeling like dread sits heavily on my chest, waking me up. It’s as if my heart knows I’m somewhere I’m not supposed to be before my head does.

This bed doesn’t feel like mine—or Wren’s, or Damon’s. The fluffy, sweet scented pillow beneath my hand isn’t mine. And the warm, silky soft skin under my hand sure as shit doesn’t belong to either of my brothers.

I’m still in Hailey’s bed, our legs tangled beneath the sheets, my arm wrapped tightly around her waist, my nose in her hair.

Fuck yes.

Still half asleep, I squeeze her tighter and kiss her shoulder, wincing when she fists a handful of my hair and roughly jerks my head back.

“Baby, I like it rough but?—”

She pulls harder, and I shut my big mouth, grinning when I crack my eyes open and find a look of fury and outrage aimed at my face.

It’s still dark outside, but the soft glow coming from the lamp she forgot to turn off allows me to see her just fine. She looks beautiful. Messy. Mad. It makes me want to pin her down and play with her pussy again until she forgets why she’s supposed to hate me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she whisper yells. I can tell she’s dying to yell at me for real, but she probably doesn’t want to disturb those neighbors of hers. It’s a little late for that, but I don’t dare say it to her.

“What?” I ask.

I know what, but making her lose her shit gets me off almost as much as fucking her did.

“You were supposed to leave,” she grits out, searching my face as if she thinks I have some kind of hidden agenda. “Why are you still here?”

“I fell asleep,” I say innocently, rolling us over to push her down on her back. “I didn’t mean to.”

When she tries to shove me off, I snatch her hands and put them on the back of my head, groaning at the feel of her sharp nails digging into my scalp. My dirty girl opens her legs for me, probably not even realizing she’s doing it, that her body belongs to me even if she doesn’t want it to. I push my luck and give it what it’s asking for, lowering my hips to rub my dick against her bare pussy.

I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t mean to fall asleep next to her. I wasn’t even planning on coming up here after I drove to her apartment and sat in my car outside, watching her bedroom window like some kind of stalker. I figured if she never found out I was there, it didn’t count. But then I listened to her moaning my name while she played with herself, and I couldn’t help it. I didn’t even stop to think about grabbing a condom before I ran up here and fucked her against the front door. That was reckless, even for me, but I don’t care. Right now, I don’t care about a damn thing other than the way my girl feels against me.

“You were so hot,” I rasp, grinding up and down, my dick sliding against the wet heat between her legs. “So fucking soft. I couldn’t help it.”

“Couldn’t help what?”

“Falling asleep with you. You’re pretending to be mad about it, remember?”

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