Page 89 of Vengeful Vows

“I need water.”

I nod, continuing to run.

“You do, too.” He turns my treadmill to a slow walk.

I sigh but I know he’s right, so I turn it off and walk over to the duffel bag he’s brought with water and protein bars.

I chew on a protein bar and suck down half a bottle of water.

“You know Kael is coming back to town tonight,” Cillian points out. “Maybe we could all go out.”

Cillian, Kael, and I had been thick as thieves in high school, and we haven’t all gone out together in forever it seems. Cillian is by far the craziest out of all of us, with Kael being sort of a teetotaler, but somehow, it works.

“I know you’ve got work to do or whatever,” Cillian says, apparently thinking I’m going to say no.

“Fuck work. Let’s do it.” I throw the gym towel into the laundry area and start toward the shower.

Lara continues to keep an eye on Bree, and I don’t even know if I want to see Bree when I get home to change before heading out to the bar.

I shower and get dressed and it’s already about eight in the evening when I’m seating in bed, putting on my shoes, about to head out.

Bree comes into the bedroom, wearing a towel and a bikini, soaking wet.

“I haven’t seen you all day.” She leans down to kiss my temple.

I force a smile at her. “Been busy.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

She sounds so sweet, and part of me wants to pull her down into my lap and be late for my boys’ night.

“It’s all done, now. I’m going out with Kael and Cillian.”

“Kael’s your best friend?” she asks. “I think Paige mentioned him.”

“He is,” I nod. “Him and Cillian.”

“You should have fun.” She smiles. “Paige and Lara want a sleepover, anyway.”

I chuckle. “I'll save you when I get home.”

She smiles wider and heads off to the shower, and I watch her ass jiggle as she drops the towel to the floor at the doorway.

I bite my lip and walk toward her, undressing and getting into the shower with her.

She looks up at me. “Won’t you be late?”

“They’ll live.”

I need to bury myself inside her, need to distract myself from all the thoughts I’ve been having about her possible betrayal.

Bree grins back at me before facing the wall, bracing her hands against the shower wall.

I slide my hand down between her lower lips, finding her slick enough for me to work myself into her.

I hold up one of her legs with my good arm, looping it around my elbow.

She gasps while I push myself into her, and I groan, biting down on her shoulder, reaching around her to cup her breasts and play with her peaked nipples.

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