Page 170 of Tangled up in You

The muscle in Archer’s jaw flexed. “Yeah. That fucker.”

“I want to see Sasha,” Cam said. “You go discuss what you have planned for Trent, and I’ll go check on her. We’ll reconvene in an hour.”

“She might not want to talk to you,” Wyatt stated, still not facing them. There was tremor there in the set of his shoulders. His knuckles turned a shade of white the harder he squeezed the counter, turning his skin splotchy.

“I know,” Cam replied. “Have to try.”

He didn’t wait for Archer to say anything. Cam went into the room and closed the door behind him quietly. When Archer didn’t hear any screaming or shit being thrown, he relaxed. At least they had a chance to make things right with her.

Now, if they could figure out what to do with Trent.

Cam steppedinto the bedroom cautiously. His gaze landing on ever surface, before stepping deeper into the space. Walking in on her... There weren’t enough words to express how he felt. Excited, mostly. He’d been sporting a chubby since the moment his gaze landed on the silicone cock jutting upward from between her legs.

Angry, because the second they let their guard down, Trent showed up and ruined a moment for Sasha and Wyatt. Most of all, he’d been disappointed in himself. He ran headlong into Sasha’s room, thinking she needed him to protect her, when in fact, she’d been having some good, old fashion dirty sex with her skating partner. There was nothing wrong with that.

Except, he was jealous.

That was for another time, though.

Cam found Sasha exactly where Wyatt said she’d be, sitting in the large whirlpool garden tub, naked, staring out at the snowy morning vista. Those low hanging, purple and gray clouds held tons of snow, adding to the overwhelming accumulation already on the ground and matched the energy permeating thespace. He tapped on the doorjamb gently, so not to startle her. When she didn’t react. Worry tightened his chest.

In a flash, he crossed the space, shedding his clothes to jump in the tub to make sure she hadn’t harmed herself. When he got within inches of her, she gasped, staring at him. Probably not the best way to apologize, especially after how they last saw each other, but he didn’t give a shit. She could chew his ass out later.

After he made sure she was okay.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I knocked,” he said, climbing in behind her to hold her. “Don’t mind my cock. He’s got a mind of his own and right now. However, you shouldn’t be alone.”

Sasha snorted. “Just like a guy, letting his cock do all the thinking.”

“What can I say,” Cam muttered, “junior is an asshole.”

She chuffed a small laugh, shaking her head. “This is all so wrong.” She scrubbed her face, sprinkling water over his bent knees.

The warmth of her bath cut the chill in the space. The silky bubbles caressed his skin, and he knew he’d smell like some luxurious perfume for hours. He didn’t care. As long as he was there with her and she trusted him with the truth, he’d wear her fragrance every day.

“I’m sorry,” he said, kissing the back of her head. The aroma of berries and honey assailed him. Seemed she still used the same hair soap she used to use as a kid, too. “With Trent in the penthouse—er—suite with us, Archer and me... Well, we thought he was hurting you again.”

She sagged in Cam’s arms. “If only. That would make this situation so much easier.”

“Can I ask a question?” Cam hedged.

“Why do I have a feeling I won’t like it?” She turned her head, giving him major side-eye.

“I mean...” He shrugged. “Never know. What did our coach always tell us? The only stupid question is the one not asked or whatever?”

“Which opened the door to so many useless questions,” Sasha groaned. “I swear you and Archer and Brody did it on purpose.”

“You caught us,” he said with a small laugh. “Here goes... Who’s the big spoon?”

Sasha turned halfway around, causing the water and suds to slosh. “Cam Ellis! What the fuck kind of question is that?”

Laughter built in his chest as he tried to keep a straight face. “An honest one?”

She stared at him. Face the color of a pomegranate. Eyes closed to slits, glaring at him. Her pretty little mouth thinned as she inhaled, ready to attack him. He beat her to it, kissing her instead. He used her anger, dragging her from her morose thoughts, bring her back to the present, not locked in her memories of a few minutes ago. Sasha bit his bottom lip, and he groaned, cupping her face with his hands, holding her steady.

Sasha burned for him. The whipish fury of arousal and anger lashed at him. He ate her pain. Her worries and doubts. With each stroke of his tongue across hers, he drew out the wanton woman. The woman he’d only glimpsed for a second. She reminded him of a phoenix appearing out of the ash in a ball of fire and light.

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