Page 85 of Chasing Sarah

“You were saying?” he teases, drawing back and punching forward. My shoulders protest when he pulls on the rope until I’m kneeling with my back against his front.

“You’re mine.”

“Yours.”

Each punishing thrust of his hips has me climbing toward ecstasy. “Come for me, baby.”

And I detonate like a damn nuclear bomb.

“Where the actual fuck have you been?” Xander roars the second the front door opens.

I keep my chin tucked toward my chest and my hood is draped over my head. I haven’t had a chance to see what I look like, but I know I look like I was rolling around in a bush.

My phone is completely destroyed, so who knows what time it is.

All I know is I hope I never see those men again.

“Are you going to answer me?”

“No.”

His stomps stride my way before coming to a stop. “What do you mean, no?” I turn my head away when he rips the hood off. “Sarah.”

His hand clamps down on my shoulder and he twists me to face him. “Look at me.” I wince and close my eyes before raising my chin.

“What the fuck, Sarah?!” He bellows. “Who did this do you?!”

The sound of a stampede rushing down the steps fills the house.

“What is going on?”

“What happened?

) “What the fuck?”

The rest of my brothers simultaneously ask. I open my eyes and meet a plethora of different emotions flashing over each of their faces.

The world pauses just before all hell breaks loose.

I guess I look worse than I thought.

Their shouts of anger, concern, and panic reach new heights the more they appraise my appearance. My shoulders bunch tighter and tighter with each question they ask. I shout when I can’t take it anymore.

“Nothing happened!”

Their voices stop abruptly. I straighten my shoulders and lift my chin higher.

“I’m fine. I slipped and fell.”

Technically speaking, it’s not a total crock of shit.

“I thought you were sick?” Colson’s question breaks the silence that followed my explanation. Tommy crosses his arms across his chest. The look of disappointment in his eyes is like a punch in the gut.

“I was. I am.” My brain stalls as I struggle to come up with an excuse for leaving the house after being dropped off.

Xander scowls at me, and I shrink like a terrified kitten, begging for the ground to swallow me whole.

“You know better than to leave without someone knowing. I’ve been calling you for over an hour. Where is your phone?”

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