Page 36 of Fractured Fear

“Now tell me what’s going on.”

“Huh?” Rio has single handedly emptied my brain.

His right arm bands around my middle securing me to him while his left hand measuredly travels up to cup my breast. His thumb begins to swipe back and forth over my peaked nipple. This dress didn’t have room for a bra so the only thing between his thumb and my chest is a thin piece of fabric.

“Why did you run off?”

Pushing myself to think through the jolts of electricity he’s sending straight to my clit, I answer. “I just needed to pee.” I shut my eyes thinking he won’t be able to see the lie.

“Be honest.”

I’m torn between anxiety and pleasure. I roll my lips inward to keep the truth inside. I don’t want him and Zane to know how fucked up in the head I am and bolt. No one else has ever made me feel safe. No one else has ever tried. I can’t lose that.

“You can tell me.”

“I’m waiting for you and Zane to realize how much of a mess I am and give up on me. But I don’t want to lose our friendship.”

“You won’t lose us, Spencer. Neither of us are going anywhere.” Zane’s voice snaps my eyes open. I didn’t even hear him come in, but he’s right here next to us. His firm body crowds Rio and me from the side.

Tears gather and I will them to stay put. I don’t want to ruin my makeup and have everyone know I was in here crying when I leave, but one slips free and runs down to my neck. Rio licks up my tear without thought then begins placing open mouth kisses up and down my neck.

Zane’s mouth descends on the other side and traces my neck with his tongue. His hand squeezes my other breast and I get lost in the sensation of their hands on me for a moment. My panties are soaking. My body melting under their touch.

Oh my God. What am I doing?

I jump away and start backing up to my exit. Now instead of just one predator tracking my movements, there’s two.

“Seems the party moved in here and no one invited me. Figured I’d join in on the fun.” Zane grins at us.

Why is he smiling right now?

“It’s not what it looked like. I—and Rio?—”

“It’s exactly what it looked like,” Rio interjects.

“This isn’t happening,” I say to myself as I turn my attention to the graffitied wall. Then a set of calloused hands pull my attention back to them.

“Don’t hide your eyes from me, Angel. I can’t take it.”

Why does he have to say such sweet things?

“You must think I’m a slut.”

“Why would I think that?” His head tilts in a way that I have come to know is uniquely Zane.

“Because!”

He quirks a brow in response.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

Still nothing. Damn him.

“Because we…you know…earlier today. And then me and Rio just now and you,” I throw my hands at my sides. “God! I’m one woman. You’re friends. I don’t want to get in between that, and there’s no way I can choose. You both make me feel comfortable and I just…I can’t?—”

I feel heat at my back and a set of arms wrap around me offering comfort.

“We would never make you choose, Spencer.” Rio’s statement doesn’t soothe me as he intended. Instead, my confusion reaches a new height.

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