Page 46 of Ravaged Saints

Shewasplaying hard to get—until Dante.

“Yeah, well, Bryn said Aspen isn’t that into sex,” Ethan mocks, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“And what else did Bryn say?” Max leans back against a tree, spreading his legs to give them some rest before we move on, and I do the same.

We are as in shape as we were before all went to hell; we train almost every day and keep in shape. We never know what tomorrow will bring, but walking for twenty-four hours still gets the best of us.

“Not much, just that Aspen lost her virginity to some group leader. He was rough with her, and since then, she’s stayed away from men and sex.” Ethan shrugs, his tone dismissive, but Max and I exchange a look.

We’d figured something had happened, but knowing Aspen’s first time was a rape—it changes things, and it explains why she’s so guarded.

“But who knows?” Ethan continues, lying back and closing his eyes. “Maybe she’ll come around one day.”

“One day,” Max chuckles, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes gleam with something Ethan doesn’t catch.

I wonder how things will play out. Will Bryn and Ethan become exclusive? How will that even work in the long run? And Aspen… will she be exclusive with Dante?

I push the thoughts away and get to my feet. “Let’s move,” I order.

Max stands, but Ethan stays sprawled on the ground for a moment longer.

“Come on, sloth. We gotta move.” Max kicks Ethan’s boot, earning a grunt as the kid finally drags himself up.

We arrive after one in the morning, and I’m tired as fuck. All I want is a shower and some goddamn sleep, but the second I step inside, I freeze.

Aspen and Bryn are in the middle of the room, dancing to Whore by In This Moment like two goddesses. Dante and Ryker are playing pool, barely glancing up.

Max walks in behind me and whistles low, but the girls don’t turn around.

“They drunk?” I ask, my voice rough from exhaustion.

“Yup,” Ryker chuckles, lining up his shot.

“Even Aspen?” Max drops his backpack with a heavy thud and cracks his neck, and I do the same, rolling my shoulders to work out the tension.

“Even me!” Aspen squeals, spinning toward us, and her hips sway in a way that has me forgetting how fucking tired I am.

She’s mesmerizing. Her cargo pants hang low on her hips, her shirt tied in a knot to show off her stomach—and a small butterfly with a skull tattoo peeks just above her hip bone. Her dark hair tumbles down her back almost to her ass, a few strands clinging to her flushed face, and her rosy cheeks and dilated pupils tell me she’s way past tipsy.

“Wanna dance?” Ethan asks, stepping toward her, but she waves him off without even glancing his way.

“Not with you.” She points straight at me, her lips curling into a teasing grin. “I want to see if G.I. Joe over there can dance.”

The guys laugh. Max steps back to lean against the wall, crossing his arms like he’s settling in for a show.

I raise an eyebrow at her. Fucking brat is testing me, but two can play that game.

Slowly, I peel off my jacket; my shirt pulls tight over my shoulders as I toss it aside, the fabric stretching across my muscles. Her eyes follow every movement as I take a long stride toward her, my boots heavy on the floor, and grab her waist.

She gasps as I spin her around, pressing her back against my chest. My hand slides to her hip, holding her firmly, while the other splays over her stomach, pulling her flush against me.

“Don’t play games with me, pet,” I whisper into her ear, low and rough. I start to move my hips to the beat, rolling them slowly, letting her feel every inch of me. Her ass grinds against my cock, and I make sure she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Is this dancing, army boy?” She chuckles, breathless, and I bite back a grin. Fuck, she’s wasted.

I spin her around to face me, leaning down so our faces are inches apart. At six feet six and two hundred and fifty pounds, I tower over her. She’s maybe five-four, curvy in all the right places, and I swear her body was made to drive me insane.

My arm snakes around her waist, pulling her closer, and her hands press flat against my chest, and I feel her take a shaky breath. I flex my chest muscles on purpose, letting her feel the strength beneath her fingers.

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