Page 21 of Enraged

“Adrenaline?”

“Yeah. Jace is an adrenaline junkie. You kinda have to be in our line of work.”

Adrenaline from fighting fire isn’t the same as nailing your girl’s bestie, Dak.

“I know, I know, it’s not the same thing,” he retorted, seemingly reading my thoughts. “I’m just saying he likes a good thrill. As far as Cassie is concerned, I have no idea. Hell, I have no idea if that’s why he did it either, I’m just spit balling.”He sighed.

“But how is that a thrill? Hurting people?” I whined.

“Because they don’t see it that way. They see it as it’s forbidden, and the thrill comes from doing something they shouldn’t be and then there’s the skirting around, so they don’t get caught,” he explained. “The rush of it is as rewarding as the outcome.”

He walked back into the kitchen.

“I’ve never experienced a rush that made me lose me fuckin’ mind,” I announced. “I hope she doesn’t think she’s getting’ a price. I had to use my fuckin’ vibrator to make myself cum after we were done sometimes!”

Dakota dropped the spoon he was holding.

Well, well, apparently the whiskey has decided to remind me I drank a fuckton of it.”

“You had to use… okay, then,” he stammered.

Now would be an excellent time to shut the fuck up, Jolene.

“Sorry, too much information. Whiskey makes me a motormouth.”

“You’re fine. I’m sorry you had to DIY in your love life,” he responded, choking back a laugh.

“I’m glad you’re amused,” I snapped.

He stopped stirring the sauce, complete and utter seriousness blanketing his face.

“No, I meant it. I’m sorry you’ve never had an experience where he had you climbin’ the goddamn walls.”

Heat unfurled deep inside me.

Lena, this is Dakota. Go to bed and wake up tomorrow to whatever fresh hell awaits.

Or you could play with fire…

“Make me climb the walls.”

Dakota

What the fuck did she just say?

“Don’t ask for something unless you’re damn sure you want it,” I warned.

She stood up from the sofa, peeling my t-shirt over her head as she rose.

“Lena…,” I threatened, stalking towards her.

Slowly, with determined blue eyes, she pushed my sweatpants down her thighs, her long, blonde curls sweeping across her huge tits as she moved.

My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of her.

You’re a dumbass motherfucker, Jace.

As we stood there, eyes locked, uncertainty and embarrassment fluttered across her face.

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