Page 53 of Surge of Heat

Evander’s voice is harsh and angry. “You need our dicks in you every twelve hours. How is that even going to work?”

She rounds on him. “Out. I’m done with you two!”

He looks unconvinced.

She starts shoving both of us, and we reluctantly let her push us toward the door. Neither of us looks happy. But I know neither of us wants to piss her off more either.

Granger is still inside, looking happy as a clam. Happy to keep getting to hang out with Sam. Happy to be in her bed.

The jerk.

“Until you two can get along, I’m going to be making some harsh decisions.”

I look at Evander. “I’ll play nice if you will.”

“I will,” he says, lying just like I am.

“Now, can I come back inside?” I ask, hoping to be done with this whole mess.

She folds her arms over her chest, shakes her head, and lets the door close on us. I glance over at Evander, stuck out in the doghouse just like me.

“This is all your fault.”

“It’s yours,” he says, glaring.

Then, we turn and head to our rooms, miserable away from our Sam.

TWENTY

Samantha

I’m lying awake,unable to sleep, as troubling thoughts move through my mind. For some reason, I think about my romantic life up until this point. There was never anyone special. Never someone who stole my heart. Every man was either a total mistake, or just not someone who made mefeelanything. It seems ironically cruel that now I have two men who I think could make me happy.

Except, two is too many.

I know they want me to pick one of them. I know that all logic says that’s the way the world works, but I can’t bring it in me to do that. Losing one of them would be like losing a piece of my heart.

There’s a knock at my door. I hope like hell it’s Granger, because he’s the only person who wouldn’t complicate my night.

I slide out of bed, then go to the door and open it. There, in the doorway, is Aydan, his gaze dark and intense as it moves over my barely dressed form.

“What’s up?” I ask, trying to sound casual.

“I just needed to be close to you.”

It’s probably a mistake, but I step back, giving him room to come in. He does, with careful steps, then turns to look at me as the door shuts. There’s a strange energy between us that’s hard to read.

“Want to lay down?”

He nods.

We go to the bed and slide in next to each other. I stare up at the ceiling, listening to the sound of his beating heart, and my own. They seem to be in rhythm with each other.

“What do you think the future will be like?” he asks, tangling his fingers with mine.

“The future?” I ask, confused.

“Yeah, how do you picture our future now that we’re dragons and dragons exist in the world?”

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