Page 105 of Ravaged Saints

And my thoughts drift to both of them, the girls with me and Max.

Aspen stirs, pulling me back to the moment. “And?” she says with amusement.

“And?” I arch a brow.

She gestures downward, and I follow her gaze—fuck. The bulge under my zipper is impossible to ignore.

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry,” I say, smirking.

Aspen bites her lip, but it’s her eyes that give her away. She wants to suck my cock, but I know she won’t, not without Max.

I tilt her chin up with my thumb, my smirk turning wicked. “One day, you’re going to watch me and Max fuck, and you’re going to love every second of it and join us.”

Her breath stutters, pupils turning into black holes.

I won’t forget her reaction, and I’ll make damn sure it happens; I just need to talk to Max and make things right.

Hearing footsteps, I step away from Aspen just as Dante rounds the corner, and his eyes land on me first.

“Are you okay, Recon?” Dante asks, brow raised.

I smirk, not answering right away, and my gaze flicks to Aspen, watching the way she straightens, trying too hard to look unaffected.

Dante follows my line of sight, and his grin widens. “I was looking for you.”

Aspen’s eyes snap to mine, wary.

Dante chuckles. “Relax. It’s not to fuck you.”

She scoffs, crossing her arms. “That’s what you all say, yet here we are.” She tilts her chin up, defiant as ever.

I catch the way Dante’s eyes darken, his smirk sharpening like a wolf spotting prey, and I shake my head with a low chuckle.

“Oh, babe, don’t do that,” I murmur, stepping past her. “Or I might have to yank Dante off you.”

Dante laughs, but I can see it in his eyes. He’s this close to pouncing on her, and Aspen, the damn tease that she is, smirks right back, crossing her arms over her chest, making her boobs rise. “What do you need, Dante?”

His amusement fades slightly. “Knox wants me to show you the codes for the doors and the basement.” His tone turns serious.

I stop in my tracks. My eyes cut to him, jaw tightening.

“Oh,” Aspen whispers, her playfulness vanishing in an instant, and she steps toward Dante, but I’m still watching him.

"Where’s Knox?" I ask, suspicion tightening my chest.

Dante shrugs. “Inside. Pressing weights.”

Fuck. That means he’s either pissed or horny, and if it’s the latter, I sure as hell can’t do anything to help.

Walking in, Knox is still at the corner of the large room where we keep the equipment to train, while Max sits on the couch, reading, “Max, can we talk?” I ask, my tone low and my eyes locked on him. My heartbeat increasing like I’m running a fucking marathon.

He looks up from the book, his gaze colder than usual, and my heart tightens. He doesn’t say a word, just sets the book on the small table in front of him and stands.

“Can we-?” I gesture to the stairs that lead to the floor where the bedrooms and bathroom are. Max nods and follows me, but as I walk down, I catch a shadow moving fast near Knox’s room. Aspen? No, I didn’t see her pacing with us, but right now, I don’t have the time or patience to think about it.

I enter my room and hold the door open for Max, and he steps inside, leaning against the wall next to the closet, arms crossed. His shirt pulls at the seams, the tension in his body evident in the way his veins pump along his forearms. I crack my neck; this isn’t going to be easy.

“Listen,” I start, rubbing the back of my neck, trying to release some of this damn tension. “What happened with Bryn was stupid. I know that.” I meet his eyes, but Max is a trained British Special Forces and when he puts on that mask, no one can read him, and that shit annoys the hell out of me.

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