Page 121 of Wilde Abandon

Her gaze bounced from him to Amy, who kept smirking while she pulled on her panties, and back again.

“Please,” he begged.“Listen to me.”

“This is a fucking nightmare, right?”

“More like a dream come true.”Amy licked her lips, her gaze raking over him in one lascivious glance down his body.

“You fucking bitch!”Melody launched toward Amy.

He wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her back.

Amy chuckled, standing there in her panties and now her bra.

His front door flew open and Dean’s eyes went wide when he spotted Fox holding on to his wildcat.“Let her go,” Dean ordered, coming toward them.

Fox released Melody to show Dean he wasn’t trying to hurt her.Then he herded her out into the living room area toward Dean and away from Amy.“Baby, please listen to me.”

“Damn, that is a nice view.”Amy stood in his bedroom doorway, her hair all tousled, her blouse now on, though mostly open, showing off a red lace bra, her feet bare, jeans zipped but not buttoned.

Melody caught sight of her and rushed Amy again.

Fox hooked his arm around her middle and pulled her back, just as Melody swung her fist and missed Amy’s smug face by half an inch, her hair flying out from the breeze.He pulled Melody back several feet.

Dean got between them and Amy, his head swinging back and forth as he took in the scene.“Dude.Fox, put some clothes on.”

He wasn’t doing anything until he explained to Melody exactly what happened.

“What the fuck is going on here?”Dean asked.

Melody shoved Fox away, then stood with her hands fisted at her sides.“You want to know why you had to let me in tonight?Because they were too busy fucking in his bed to hear me at the door.”

“That is not what happened,” Fox snarled, hurt she’d even think he’d touch another woman and hurt her that way.

Probably exactly what Amy intended.

Amy’s leering gaze swept up him.“Do you blame me?Look at what he’s packing.”

Dean glared at Amy.“Bullshit.Fox would never cheat on any woman, but most especiallyyou.”He pinned Melody in his gaze.“You know that.Let him explain.”

Melody turned to him, her gaze a tempest of emotions.“Put some damn clothes on, and then you can explain to me why that bitch was inourbed.Naked.”

Fox felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest watching yet another tear slide down her cheek.“I didn’t do anything wrong.I swear it.”He took two steps toward the bedroom and came up short when Amy stood there, grinning at him.“Get out of my fucking way,” he snarled.

“Don’t be like that.You know you loved it.You were so hard and desperate for me.Remember?‘Baby, don’t stop.You drive me crazy,’” she mimicked him.

He took a menacing step closer to her.“You are going to regret fucking with me.”

“Only that we don’t get to do even more with each other.”

“Move!”he raged at her.

The second she was out of his way, he rushed to the dresser, pulled out a pair of sweats and dragged them on.In the short time since he’d left the living space, Dean had taken up position by the front door, Melody stood with her hip against the back of the couch, and Amy sat at the breakfast bar looking smug.

He walked to Melody, his hands up to cup her gorgeous face.

She stepped back and put up a hand.“Don’t touch me.”

His hands fell to his sides and his stomach clenched, gutted by not being able to touch her.“I thought she was you.”

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