Page 16 of Steamy Ever After

“You remember when Friday nights used to be so much fun for us?” She nods her head and smiles. “When did we get to be so lame?”

She snorts, “You just got laid by a biker and you think that’s lame?” I laugh without humor and without warning the tears come back.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” My head slams into the headrest as I slump in the seat. “I really thought there was something between us.”

“Was it just a good time for him?”

I wipe the bastard tears with the back of my hand and sniffle while I nod my head. “Yeah. One of many, I guess.”

“You going to be alright tonight?” I know what she’s getting at, and it’s nice of her to ask, but I’d rather be alone tonight. I turn in my seat to tell her that I’m going to bed with a bottle of wine, but the look on her face makes me think she needs me.

“You want me to stay with you?” I offer. I may not want company, but it looks like she does. She shakes her head at my question though.

“Not if you don’t want company. I need to be alone.” I don’t think the last part was for me, but I nod my head anyway.

“Your tattooed hunk was there tonight.” I shift in the seat, adjusting my dress, and keep my eyes on her, gauging her reaction. The mention of her crush does nothing to brighten her spirits.

She noticeably swallows before muttering, “He must have left before I got there.”

I pout and say, “Sorry.” Damn, I didn’t mean to make her feel any worse. I slink back in my seat and I see that we’re pulling up to my place.

She shakes her head. “Don’t be. I only went to find you when I realized your phone was dead.”

“You didn’t have to drop me off; I could’ve walked.”

“Yeah I did.” She looks at me with sad eyes and a small smile. “I’m sorry I left you hanging tonight.” I lean over the console and give her a firm hug. I hold on a second longer than usual.

“It’s alright, babe,” I say and look deep into her blue eyes, “everything’s gonna be alright.” She widens her sad smile.

“Love you, girl.” She gives me a small kiss on the cheek and I do the same.

“Love you too.”

I climb out of her car exhausted, sore and feeling beat up from head to toe. The trek up the two flights of stairs to my apartment takes every bit of energy that I have. I dig in my clutch for my keys as I climb up the last few steps while letting all of my tension out in a bitter sigh. I should’ve known better. I swallow the lump in my throat and nearly trip on the last stair when I look up from my clutch. Blake’s standing outside my apartment.

He’s holding a leather jacket in his right hand while leaning his back against my door. A white t-shirt is stretched tight across his chiseled chest and that tattoo running from his neck down his arm is on full display. Standing next to him with his corded, muscular arms crossed is Maddox. The two of them stare back at me with small grins playing on their gorgeous faces. My heart leaps up my throat, suffocating me. The chill leaves my skin as my body heats up and my blood starts pumping with desire.

I part my lips to speak but Blake kicks off the door and strides toward me. He’s so fucking intimidating, I almost take a step back.

“Uh uh, my little hellcat.” His arm wraps around my shoulders before slowly slipping to my waist as he walks me to my door. “If you thought you were in trouble before, you’re in for one hell of a surprise.”

“You should’ve known better than to take off, kitten,” Maddox reprimands me before taking my key from my hand and unlocking my door.

Blake

I’m not sure if she’s scared or turned on. She keeps eyeing Maddox and me and twisting her fingers together before staring at the floor then back up to us. We walk her in and thank God she doesn’t fight us. I didn’t know what we’d be up against when we got here.

“What are you guys doing here?” she finally speaks in a breathy voice, looking between the two of us as I shut the door.

Her apartment’s nothing like what I expected. I knew she was classy because of the way she carried herself, but damn, she must be loaded. The place looks like a picture from a magazine. Everything is clean and organized. Shit, I thought I’d have a hard time keeping her before we got here. Seeing her place, I know I’m going to have a hard time keeping her sweet ass. Maddox strides in and grabs a bottle of wine from her kitchen like he’s done it a thousand times before. I take a page from his book and push my insecurities down, plastering a cocky grin on my face.

“Well, since you left in a hurry, I figured you wanted to finish up at your place, not mine.”

Something in her bristles at my arrogant attitude. “Figured you’d be banging that blonde chick.” She huffs to the kitchen, slamming her clutch down on the counter and snatches the bottle from Maddox’s hand. “I’m not fucking disposable. Yeah I fucked you and I loved it, but I’m not that kind of girl.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Maddox’s hard voice doesn’t even startle her as he yanks the bottle back and opens up a drawer before closing it and then opening up the next.

“What blonde?” I feel my brows knit together in confusion. “I thought you were pissed because I didn’t let you cum.”

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