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I’m never going to be the same.

Ever again.

I’m panting and leaning against her, easing her thigh down off of my hip. “Brooke.” I nibble at her ear. “You do everything for me.”

The slider suddenly yanks open.

“What’s taking you so lo—” Jackson’s voice cuts off mid-word. “Holy shit.”

I half-turn. The guys are striding through the doorway.

“What the fuck?” Wyatt stares at us, in clear shock. Then he glares at me and roars, “Moody, youfucking asshole.”

CHAPTER 19

Wyatt

I don’t even knowwhat I’m feeling right now.

Luke is literally balls deep in Brooke at this very minute. They’re both breathing hard. She’s flushed pink and looks… absolutely fucking gorgeous.

But I’m feeling the intense, insane urge to punch Luke in the face.

I take a step toward them, but Jackson grabs my arm. “No, man,” he says quietly.

“But—” I scowl at him, then back at Luke and Brooke. “What the fuck, Moody?”

Now Brooke is hiding her face in Luke’s chest. His hand goes to the back of her head and he says something quiet to her that I can’t quite hear. Then he steps back and tucks himself back into his pants.

I’m very fucking glad I can’t see his cock from here.Veryfucking glad.

He turns to face us, blocking our view of Brooke.

That makes my blood boil.

I shrug Jackson’s hold off and step forward again. “Knock it off,” I tell Luke harshly. “You don’t have toprotecther from me.”

“Don’t I?” he asks. “You’re about to say some pretty heated things, I’m guessing.”

“Not toher,” I say.

Luke meets my gaze directly. “Good.”

Oh really?Really? He’swarning meabout how I talk to and treat Brooke?

“I’ve beenawesometo her,” I say. “You don’t have to act like you need to step between us.” I look at Jackson. “Or Jackson! We’ve both treated her like a goddamned queen.You’rethe one who said you weren’t right for her. We all know how you like things and we agreed that you shouldn’t be with her.”

Luke nods. “We did.”

“So what the fuck isthis?” I demand. “I swear to God, Luke, if you pushed her?—”

“He didn’t,” Brooke interrupts. Stepping out from behind Luke. “Of course he didn’t.” She frowns at me. “You know him better than that.”

“Yeah, I know him,” I say. Which is exactly why I’m pissed off. Luke’s a good man, but he likes sex rough and dirty andcasual.

Nothing that Brooke needs.

But God, she looks… well fucked. Very well fucked. Not happy and soft and glowy like after she was with me, or even this morning after her night with Jackson, but disheveled and messy and… hot. She looks very hot. Her hair is mussed, Jackson’s shirt is hanging off one shoulder, she’s got whisker burns along the side of her neck, her lips are swollen from Luke’s mouth, and fuck… her thighs are wet. Her thighs are wet because Luke fucked her andcameinside her.

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