Page 18 of Savior

My fist hit the wooden door, sending it flying open. Zane’s mouth turned up in a grin. “Just one more thing before you stomp out of here…”

“What?” I snapped.

He lifted his palm in the air. “I’ve got your keys, but since you used your manners, I’ll let you stop for barbecue on the way home. Maybe if you’re good, we’ll even grab some ice cream. How’s that sound, pumpkin?”

I was going to murder him.

Just as soon as I sobered up.

* * *

“Help him! Oh my god—please!” Lauren screamed from somewhere near my head. I was going to be deaf.

I kept my eyes closed and tried reaching across the bed toward her but found I couldn’t move. It didn’t matter. I was in a state of complete bliss.

The woman I loved had literally just fucked the life out of me.

It wasn’t a bad way to go.

My dick hardened again, almost to the point of pain, and I grinned. Guess he’d decided if we were going down, he was getting his one last time. With the way Lauren’s hormones had been, it wasn’t going to be difficult to talk her into another round.

Saliva filled my mouth, and I shook my head, wishing like hell that I had full use of my arms so that I could stroke my cock to the thought of her. Lauren had always been gorgeous, but the pregnancy seemed to enhance her beauty to the point that I would’ve happily agreed to remain in this state if it meant I got to have her as much as I wanted.

“Please,” she sobbed. “Please let him be okay.”

Darlin’, he’s just fine. In fact, I’d say he’s better than fine. See for yourself.

I liked that the pregnancy hormones made her horny, but they also made her emotional as fuck. She’d cry at the drop of a hat… or dick. Just last week, I’d witnessed her falling apart over a yogurt commercial.

Nobody warned me about that before I knocked her up.

“Hold his arms,” a male voice directed, and suddenly, I was no longer in a peaceful state.

If she’d gone and set up a three-way, I was going to lose it. I’d always been very specific that the only way I was getting involved in one was if she went and found another woman as hot as she was. I’d also been clear that she needed to be a redhead.

We’d have ourselves aginger snap.

There was no way in hell I was sword fighting with another guy. Not when I’d worked this hard coming up with a clever name for a ménage.

“I’m going to stick him again.”

Holy fuck—again?

Had I not just been fucking Lauren? Had I been receiving a hot beef injection this entire time? What the fuck did Fred put in that tequila?

My eyelids were weighted, but I forced them open and sat up with a gasp, no longer willing to be a bottom for any man.

I was a top, goddammit.

The blurry figure above me gripped my shoulder as he breathed a sigh of relief. “There he is. Mike, do you know where you are?”

I blinked through my streaming eyes, slowly taking in my surroundings while trying to place the voice. “The bathroom floor?”

“That’s right. Do you remember how you got here?” Another voice asked, one I knew all too well.

Fucking Jimmy.

My lungs heaved, and I began coughing violently, every muscle in my body aching. Either I was coming down with the flu, or I’d been beaten. Given what I remembered of my conversation with Zane, I was going to guess it was the latter.

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