Page 80 of Unwrapping Deviance

As if realizing she’d said too much, Mira drops her chin and tries to break free, but I have her back against the truck, caging her in place.

“And now?”

Her attention lifts reluctantly up to my face. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”

I bite back my grin. “None of your books have two men?”

The corner of her mouth lifts. “I mean, I’ve read a few reverse harems—”

“What’s reverse harems?”

“One girl with like a whole bunch of guys.”

I definitely don’t like that. The idea of sharing Mira with anyone other than Daniel makes my blood hot and not in a good way.

“No. Not that one.”

Mira chuckles. “Why choose?”

I consider this one carefully before asking, “What’s that?”

“One girl with two men.”

“That’s the one. What happens in those?”

A little grimace curls her lips that makes me suddenly not want to know. “I don’t think I’ve ever read anything with two brothers. Sometimes, the guys also...”

“No!” I blurt before she can finish. “Nope. No, thank you. No more of those for you. Find some brother ones.”

Her explosion of laughter makes me chuckle weakly. “I will ask for some recommendations for inspirational purposes.” Her cheeks darken even as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. Daniel never once mentioned he was into sharing.”

“He’s not. Not really. It’s complicated.”

“Only with you,” she murmurs, and I nod.

“Only with me.”

She considers this a long moment. Pale pools of blue shaded by hooded lashes as she watches the light skim of her fingertips across my lips.

“I don’t want to be shared with anyone else.”

Fuck!

My promise that no one else will ever have her is halted by the crunch of approaching feet on gravel.

I pull away from the truck with my arm securely around Mira, body braced to take on whoever comes around the corner only to relax when Daniel steps into view.

His furious expression gives me the impression the conversation back in the diner did not go well. The dark glower he darts from me to Mira speaks volumes.

“Get in,” he tells her.

“Why am I in trouble?” she demands, rightfully in my opinion. “She started it. She wouldn’t get Christian’s food. I asked her nicely. She—”

“Because you’re better than her!” Daniel snaps back.

“Her job is to get people their food. She literally sat her ass down and refused. I said, can you please get his order and she ... she...” Her little face draws into a hard, angry mold of someone fighting back both her rage and her tears. The effort has her hands balling into fists but she heaves in a breath and continues in a shaky voice that breaks my heart. “She was rude. She said terrible things.” She sniffles. “I didn’t start it.”

Daniel’s face softens, but the tension is still a rigid pulse in his jaw. “No one in this town is going to be nice, baby. No one.” His fingers reach over the divide and lightly stroke her flushed cheek. “You can’t fight all of them. It’s not a battle that can be won.”

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