Page 43 of Hidden But Not Safe

“Don’t wear it until tonight. We’re going out.” Julio turned and stalked away.

Meg’s breath shuddered. “That was stupid. So fucking stupid.” She spread the dress out across the end of the bed, near Naz’s legs but not touching him. Her hand traced the edge of the skirt. “It’s pretty.”

But her voice sounded dull as she said it, and she wasn’t smiling.

She stood, pulling his shirt over her head. She only wore it when they slept together, and it wasn’t the first time she’d stripped it off in front of him to change.

Naz had gotten used to seeing her naked. Between her having sex with Julio anywhere and everywhere and moments like this, he’d thought he’d become immune to it. Her body wasn’t the same as a man’s. Her stomach looked softer. He loved her long, swaying hair; hair he’d already touched too much that day.

Meg had breasts. They weren’t huge, but they held a curve and a slight jiggle when she moved that drew his eye sometimes.

She wasn’t moving now, and he couldn’t look away. He’d always found her brown nipples pretty against her skin tone, but as he stared at them, it was as if the nipples shrunk into themselves, tightening into points.

Meg gasped out a shuddering breath, and his gaze flew from her breasts to her face, where her mouth had become slack. She stared back at him with pupils that had blown wide.

“Sorry.” The word sounded like a whimper as she dragged on her tight shirt to cover up, reaching for her shorts. “God, I—” She sat on the dress to pull them on, hopping up again as if the red material burned her. “I’m sorry for this whole fucking morning.”

Then she left without looking at him.

Naz stared at the dress she’d left behind. The shadows at the edge of his vision had faded, but he still sucked at seeing anything.

Naz wasn’t stupid. He’d seen Meg turned on plenty.

Hopefully, she found Julio to take care of it.

When Naz thought about sex, it was normally with disgust and shame and a need to get away from thinking about it.

For the first time, he just felt sad. He shouldn’t have touched her at all. Not if he couldn’t touch her the way she wanted.

The muscles in his neck ached with tension as he realized Meg might not always be fine with what they had between them.

They wouldn’t have much more time together anyway, and it would be good for her to get sick of him. A cleaner break.

It didn’t feel good.

He picked up the dress, resting it over the couch arm instead. No way was he bringing it over to the other trailer, not if Meg had an itch she needed scratched.

Meg enjoyed sex. She sought it out.

But the thought of seeing her at it right now had nausea curling in his stomach.

He moved to the kitchen. Eating might make the feeling worse, but it also made him concentrate on the movement of his mouth and tongue and throat.

If he focused on that, the thoughts of Meg would fade enough to get through whatever Julio had planned for the day.

The club was loud and crowded and bright. Every part of it drummed inside of Naz’s head, making him feel like it was going to crack.

When he’d first been hired out by Ramiro, it had been as muscle for a club. He’d only lasted a few days before his nerves splintered into tiny pieces and he lost his shit.

Ramiro had been frustrated, but Diego had told him he was an idiot for thinking it would go better. They’d shown up right away to help clean up the mess Naz had made.

He tried to avoid clubs now.

It didn’t help that Julio looked like he’d toked up before they left. There was a brightness to his eyes even without the flashing lights. His grip around Meg was almost a brand with how hard he squeezed. His nails dug into the skin showing at her side, below her breasts.

The dress looked stunning on her even if she did hate it, but it left little covered. The skirt was high on her thighs, high enough to almost flash her underwear as they walked ahead of Naz. Huge patches of material were carved out of the torso, leaving her sides and most of her stomach bare, with only a thin band of material covering her belly button and flaring wider as it rose to cover her breasts.

The strings leading from the tops of her breasts to around her neck and swaying along her back and ass kept catching Naz’s attention. She’d pulled up her hair, and the tail of it swished with the strings as she walked.

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