Page 36 of Hidden But Not Safe

She rubbed his softening cock. “Want to take me back to the trailer and show me?” She pressed her body into his. “I want your dick all to myself.”

“Yeah,” Julio mumbled. He shoved himself against her hand, though it was still growing soft. He didn’t bother shoving it inside his pants as she led him to the door.

Naz stood near it from his attempt to escape. Meg’s eyes shifted to him and then away.

Naz’s hands had closed into fists. He forced them to loosen and leaned against the wall again.

“She’s so fucking hot.” Miguel groaned. “I hope he gives us all a shot at her.”

Naz shoved forward.

Seb was already there, gripping his arm to hold him back.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Seb snapped at Miguel, sneering at the wet spot on his crotch. “You’d probably come before you even shoved it inside.”

Naz shook him off, heading for the woods before he lost his mind and shot all of them.

Seb jogged after him. “Naz! Hold up.”

When he went to grab Naz’s arm again, Naz turned on him, a snarl in his throat that shocked even him.

Seb’s hands rose. “Think it through. I’m not going to just let you hit me.”

Naz stepped away from him, his chest heaving.

Seb’s dark eyes studied him as he lowered his hands. “You’re acting like she’s yours. You realize that, right?”

Naz took another step back, shaking his head. It wasn’t like that, but the words wouldn’t come. His insides were boiling too much to concentrate.

Seb’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Well. It should prove entertaining to watch at least.” He turned around, heading back inside the warehouse.

It wasn’t voices in his head messing with him this time. It was images of Meg.

Naz was furious but not because he wanted to own her. It couldn’t be like that between him and Meg.

He headed toward the trees, hoping their scent would calm him. He didn’t want to think about the impossible anymore.

Chapter 13

Not receiving Diego’s weekly text made Naz antsy. Every seven days, it came. That someone cared he was still alive had settled him more than he’d realized. Not having that check-in only added to the spreading emptiness inside, even if it’d taken him a day to realize it was missing.

Of course Diego was sick of checking in on him. What the hell did Naz give him in return?

Meg’s hand shifted into view, tilting his phone toward her so she could see it. There were only Naz’s deleted images and Diego’s brief words.

She tapped the last message. “You sent him a picture of my foot? I want to see.”

He released the phone into her hand, trying not to think of that day. Worrying about Diego was better than that.

A disgusted breath puffed out of Meg. “Why are there no pictures on here? I’ve seen you take them. Do you delete them all?”

Naz focused on the table in front of him. The newest shipment had come, and it was a day of sorting. Boring, but Naz didn’t usually mind boring tasks.

“Why do you delete them?” Meg asked. “That one of you flicking him off was hilarious.” She bumped his shoulder from where she sat on the edge of the table. “That’s what made me like you.”

Her words dug inside him, pasting over the piece of him that had begun to crack.

Meg’s arm snaked around his shoulder. “Here, turn this way,” she urged.

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