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A woman?

I froze. Gunner had a woman inside? I shoved the door open. God, what a mess. Clothes were strewn on every surface, and cans and wrappers littered the floor. The woman fixing the bed wore a sexy French maid outfit and a pair of strappy red stilettos. She bent and tucked one corner of the sheet, shamelessly displaying her bare ass cheeks.

Maybe I have the wrong room.

“What can I do you for, handsome?” She looked over her shoulder, wiggling her ass.

“I’m looking for Gunner,” I said, my voice strained.

“He’s in the shower, darling.” She straightened and plumped up her breasts in a blatant invitation. “Are you going to join us for a threesome?”

I’m not surprised. I’m really not.It’s not like we’re exclusive or even in a relationship.

Except I was.

The horny fucker.

“Who’s joining us?” Gunner stepped out of the bathroom naked, running a towel over the wet tresses of his hair, which hung down to his shoulders. He stopped short and frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for Zeus. What else?” The hurt and disappointment would no longer let me utter the apology I’d rehearsed on the way here. “Where is he?”

“That’s all you have to say to me?” He draped the towel around his neck and slowly approached but stopped next to the woman who sidled up to him, stroking Gunner’s chest with her perfectly manicured hands. I followed every line she traced into his skin. It made complete sense I wanted to use Gunner’s knife and cut out every inch of flesh she touched, didn’t it?

“You seem busy. Where’s Zeus? I’ll take him off your hands.”

“He’s fine.” Gunner caught the woman’s hand, and relief flooded me. “He’s with Chris, who’s really good with him, by the way. You can hang around until they get back. Chris took him for a walk.”

Gunner lowered the woman’s hand onto his semihard dick. I expelled a lungful of breath through my nostrils. Was he goading me? The spite on his face was proof enough.

I shrugged. “Sure.” With effort, I tore my eyes away from the woman stroking Gunner’s cock and gestured around the room. “Kind of messy in here, though. Couldn’t even make the bed?”

“What’s the sense? It’ll only get messy again.”

Because he’s busy having sex in here all the time?

The woman whined, licking his left nipple piercing. I could barely see straight through my red vision.

“What’s that, Candace?” Gunner asked.

“I’m just curious. Is he for you or for me? Which one of us do you want to suck your dick?”

Gunner stroked her cheek, but his gaze was on me. “Depends. Who wants to?”

“Me, me!” She giggled, jumping against Gunner so her tits bounced. “Although I don’t mind sharing.”

Too bad, I do.

Without a word, I walked out. If Gunner wanted her, he could have her.

23

GUNNER

Ben was livid today that the trap he set up for Gunner didn't work. He swears someone in the department tipped off Gunner. I can't ever let him know I was the one.

Fear speared through me when Ben’s back disappeared through the doorway. Had I pushed him too far by using Candace to force him to admit what he felt for me? Since the confrontation with that Thoms cop, I’d done a lot of thinking, and I’d concluded Ben needed a push out of his comfort zone. He had the potential to be great, but because of his past, he was stuck on being good for other people’s approval, but it wasn’t his goodness I wanted.

I wanted his jealousy. His hatred. His honesty, no matter how ugly it was.

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