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“You’re an asshole,” she hissed as he grabbed her wrist and tugged her to her feet, amusement in his tone.

“Yet you’ll come crawling back tomorrow when you want pills and my dick. Go play with your rent-a-rich-boy since he seems to want your company tonight. We’ll play later.”

He gave her a shove in my direction, and I grabbed her to stop her from tripping over her own feet.

“She’s right, you know? You’re an asshole,” I said flatly, and he raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

“You’re not better than us, Donovan. Getting clean didn’t change that.” He looked me up and down before jerking his chin towards the door. “You know where the door is. You don’t need an escort.”

No one threw a punch, so it meant we were cool, and I gave him a nod of thanks before pulling my shirt over my head and wrangling Tempest’s arms into it, covering her naked body. She was almost passed out, so I scooped her into my arms and carried her outside, letting the door slam behind me.

I heard a few snickers and whispers as I carried her through the crowd of people, making my way to the car and making sure she was buckled in properly once I got her inside. Her head dropped to the side, and I sighed. I couldn’t do much for her tonight other than give her a safe place to sleep.

I took my time driving home, hoping everyone was either asleep or out when I got there. I’d get my ass beat for being anywhere near her, especially in this state.

I parked in the garage and shut the engine off, glancing over at her in the dark. She looked so peaceful but so haunted at the same time, and I reached out to tuck her blonde hair behind her ear.

I knew how hard it was to get clean, but how did she think she was happy like this? She was running from demons she was creating, and the more she fed them, the worse they became.

After staring at her like a creep for a few minutes, I climbed from the car and moved around to her side, easing her into my arms and locking the car before heading inside.

Thankfully, no one was around.

I took her up to my room and locked the door behind us, placing her in my bed and staring down at her. Memories of sliding into her plagued me, and I hit the side of my head to silence it when my dick hardened.

I wasn’t about to take advantage of her. Especially since I’d brought her home to stop anyone else doing that.

Leaving her alone, I slipped into my bathroom and had a quick shower, turning the lights off as I made my way back towards the bed in my boxers. She mumbled in her sleep as she rolled over and snuggled into me.

I wanted to pull away, but the dried scabs on the front of her thighs brushed against me, and something twisted in my stomach.

She had no one who understood her, and I had no one who understood me.

Maybe our demons could snuggle just for tonight.

The moment my arm went around her, she shuffled closer and buried her face in my chest, dropping a leg over mine to tangle them together. My teeth bit into the inside of my cheek as her hot pussy pressed against my thigh, and I had to stop myself from rubbing against her to try and rouse her.

There was something fucking wrong with me if I found her passed out body fuckable.

It took hours for me to fall asleep, but I managed to do it without molesting her, so there was that.

Chapter Six

Tempest

The last person I expected to see when I opened my eyes was Ryder.

How the fuck had I ended up with him? I’d been with Channing and the guys in Blackwater, but since Ryder’s scent was all over my pillow, I knew we were at his house.

I cringed as I pulled back to find my thigh sticky, my eyes dropping to the half-dried blood from the cuts I’d put there. I must have reopened one of them in my sleep.

I tried to get out of bed without waking him, but his rough, sleepy voice reached my ears before I even pulled the blanket back. “You can’t sneak out on me, Temp. That’s my trick.”

I turned to face him, finding his eyes already on me. “I got blood on you. My thigh?—”

“It’s okay, I think your blood looks good on me,” he chuckled, his eyes dropping between us to inspect the mess I’d left on both of us. “C’mon, we’ll fix it.” He shoved the blanket back, giving me an eyeful of his sinful body, and I was surprised by his playful attitude. “You’re such a thirsty bitch. I’m not a piece of meat, you know? I have feelings.”

“I think you’re a nice piece of meat,” I joked, his eyes flashing with amusement.

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