Page 52 of Fractured Fear

Sharks. Old grandmas. Driving in traffic. Vegetarian pizza.

That did it. Vegetarian pizza. Huh. Good to know

Rio strips off his shirt and slides under the fluffy white comforter behind Spencer. When he lifts the blanket, Spencer’s perfectly round ass comes into view and I groan. She’s wearing a simple black thong and an oversized tee. That’s it. With that, blood rushes south again.

“Métete a la cama, idiota.”

“I have a bit of an issue.” My hands gesture to my hard dick.

“I do too, but you don’t see me complaining about it. Especially not with her ass so close.”

Now I wish I would’ve climbed in first. I round to the other side and silently lay beside a sleeping Spencer. Her bed is only a queen so we’re short on space, but that just means we both get to be closer to her.

On my side I’m able to take her in. Her face is pinched, and sweat has formed on her brow. I smooth the stress lines away with my touch. My hand moves away, but she reaches out in her sleep and brings my hand close, right against her perfect breasts. She inhales deep and when she lets it out, she relaxes all over. Her body leans into Rio more and drags me closer. I happily follow her lead and tangle my legs with hers.

“Sweet dreams, Angel,” I whisper in her ear and allow myself to give in to a blissful sleep next to the person who has quickly come to mean more to me than any other woman.

CHAPTER 20

SPENCER

“Flowerrrrrr,” another round of chills zips up and down my back at his call for me. “Floooooower.” His voice echoes from upstairs. I compel myself to move again even though my mind is screaming for me to go back to the safety under the bed.

At the end of the hallway, I pause and open my ears for any noise.

A clank rings out from the second floor.

Desperate to believe they’re both back in the office, I creep through the living room. Every step brings another wave of terror. Terror at the thought of being spotted. Terror at the possibility of making a noise.

I jump and a scream almost escapes me when a crash of thunder shakes the windows along the back of the house. Allowing my gaze to wander above me, I check for any signs that they heard my almost shriek.

A flash of lightning casts light on the second floor and I see a reflection in the window of a figure outlined on the balcony right above me.

The face of my fiancé smiles wide as he says, “Gotcha.”

I wake with a scream. Sweat dripping down my spine. There are hands on me. I try to jerk away, but they pull me back to my pillow.

“Shhh. You’re safe, Spencer.”

“No one will get you while we’re here.”

I’m encompassed by the faint smell of mint and cedar. I’m safe. It wasn’t real.

Hedidn’t find me tonight.

The bellowof my alarm wakes me, and I consider turning it off and falling back to sleep. I was attacked so I deserve to sleep in, right?

Wrong. He got the drop on me. A day without training is not something I can afford.

With one eye open, because I’m still in denial, I stumble to my phone and turn off the alarm.

I can’t believe I fell back asleep after my nightmare. That’s not usual for me, but I won’t look the gift horse in the mouth. Sleep is something I normally lack.

The temptation to inhale the scent on my pillows is strong. They smell likethem. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I’m positive it’s why I was able to fall back asleep.

Maybe I’m going crazy.

I prepare for my run to the gym and I remember I’m going to have to go by that spot. Avoidance isn’t an option. It’s literally impossible. I’m not moving apartments, so I might as well get it over with.

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