Page 59 of Good Girl

Emery

Hot. So fucking hot.

That’s the first thought I have as I resurface from the darkness of sleep.

Why the fuck am I so hot?

And trapped, I realize as I try to lift my arm and remove the heavy-ass blanket from me.

But, no, that’s not a blanket. Well, it is, but there is something on top of the blanket. And another two somethings wrapped around me under the blanket.

What the fuck?

I open my eyes, and it takes me several long blinks to focus on the weird wooden rectangle above my head and several more seconds to realize I’m in the apartment’s bedroom, lying smack in the middle of the big-ass bed. Trying not to move too much, I turn my head to the right and find Darcy, fast asleep next to me, on his stomach, face aimed my way.

My gaze roves over his features and I take in the way his beard is a little thicker, how his brows have relaxed, and the slight part in his lips. Even in sleep, he looks like a fallen angel.

A quick glance down confirms it’s his arm that is wrapped around me under the blanket. I’m not sure about the leg, though.

Shifting, I look to my left and find Xavier, except where Darcy is asleep, Xavier’s hazel eyes stare back at me. My heart gives a little jolt, like I’ve been caught doing something naughty. Which is crazy, because I haven’t done anything besides wake up.

He says nothing, just watches me like he is trying to commit my face to memory. We stay like that, neither of us breaking eye contact until my heart beats unevenly in my chest and I can’t stand how hot I feel for another moment.

“Can I please get up? I’m hot and I really need the bathroom,” I whisper, not sure who else is still sleeping in bed with us.

Xavier’s expression doesn’t change. Well, his features don’t change, but the look in his eyes does. The green-hazel eyes darken, and I know I’ve said something that triggers that other side of him. What, I have no clue. But the way he is staring at me pulls at my soul.

Ruin. Oblivion. Carnage.

Hunter.

The look in his eyes reminds me that this man wants to hurt me, to make me bleed for his pleasure. He wants to make my blood run free and revel in it.

Will he get a chance to this weekend? I mean, Derek had his floggers, and then Hudson had his…

My heart races because pieces are starting to fall into place.

I got my rewards.

I got my orgasms.

Derek had his floggers.

Hudson had his free use.

That leaves Darcy and Xavier.

Who’s next? What’s next?

How many more times will they use me today?

Will there be more scenes?

But what happens when it’s over? Is it done? Are we done? Will they want more? Can I convince them that they need another weekend with me?

I want another weekend. I fuckingneedanother weekend.

Sex has never been like this. The orgasms, the pain, and the pleasure, and then the cuddles and care afterward.