Page 140 of His Big Bad Stick

I turn, suddenly wanting it to be Abrielle.

It’s not her.

It’s BethAnn.

One of my many exes.

With that certain look in her eyes.

“You’re tense as hell, Colver. Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

“No, I’m good.”

“You’re not good. Something is on your mind. I know what to do. Come on. I know the rules. It’s just for fun.”

I grit my teeth.

BethAnn is the ideal person for me right now.

She does know the drill here.

We can get fucking insane together and then just not talk for months.

I grab her hand and walk her into the house.

I see Chad.

Getting two more drinks.

He looks at me, lowers his gaze, and lifts an eyebrow.

Then he gives that smirk… that shitty asshole smirk…

Then he looks up.

I let BethAnn’s hand go.

“What are you doing, Colver?”

“Just fuck off for now,” I say to her.

Chad is already on the move.

I follow him up the stairs. Down the hallway. He opens a bedroom door.

“Got us some drinks, sweetie,” he says. “Oh, are you asleep already? That’s okay by me.”

The door shuts.

I run down the hallway like the house is on fire.

I throw myself into the door, expecting it to be locked, but it isn’t.

The door swings open and I fall into the dimly lit bedroom to find Chad on the side of the bed with a sleeping Abrielle on it.

She’s not wearing her shirt. It’s just her bra…

“What the fuck?” I growl.

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