Page 83 of Ravaged Saints

“I didn’t fuck you, we didn’t fuck you, we made you come,” I whisper.

“Hmm, next time then.” She purrs, and my cock twitches. I know I’ll have to jerk off in my room after this shit.

“Fuck,” Knox mutters under his breath, stepping back under the stream of the shower, water cascading over his body, and I’m guessing he is feeling the same.

I press a kiss to her temple. “Let’s get you washed, okay?” I say softly, moving toward one of the showers next to Knox.

Placing her on her feet, I keep my arm firm around her waist as she leans heavily into me, her head resting on my chest. She’s exhausted, her body pliant, but the trust she gives me in this moment wraps around my heart like a vice.

“Don’t let me fall,” she whispers, her voice so quiet it’s almost lost beneath the sound of the water.

“I won’t, doll,” I promise, my tone steady, and my hand tightens at her waist, anchoring her to me. I glance up at Knox, who meets my eyes with a smirk, mischief dancing there, but there’s something deeper, something unspoken we both understand.

“We’ll never let you fall,” Knox says and I nod.

How the fuck did this girl wrap us around her finger in just a few weeks…

Aspen

Iglance at the small farm I’ve been working on and feel a swell of pride. The herbs are almost ready to harvest.

Ryker stands a few feet away, watering the flowers he planted. He’s been assigned to watch me while we’re outside the base—Knox still doesn’t trust me not to run again, but I don’t think Ryker minds being here with me. It’s been four days since his fight with Ethan, and he’s been doing his best to steer clear of him. Still, I’ve noticed the way he looks at Bryn. He likes her, maybe more than he’s willing to admit, and it can’t be easy.

The others have kept their distance since the shower with Dante and Knox. After I nearly passed out, they insisted I needed a break. I didn’t like the idea, and Bryn even joked that I was becoming a sex addict.

I also got my IUD inserted—it hurt like hell—but Bryn was my support, not just during, but the day after. I still have some cramps, but nothing I can’t handle. Knowing I’m fully protected lifts a weight off my shoulders.

This is my first real experience with sex, and I love it. I love the way my body responds to them, how each of them makes me feel something different, and how I can explore the things I’ve read about in those magazines and still feel safe.

“It’s looking great,” Ryker says, pulling me from my thoughts.

I glance up at him, smiling with pride. “I think a couple more days, and we can harvest them,” I say, gesturing to the first row on the left.

He nods and smiles, but there is something in his eyes, maybe sorrow mixed with worry. He takes a deep breath. “Let’s get inside,” Ryker says. “Lunch is probably ready, and Max will lose his shit if it gets cold.”

I’ve noticed some tension between Ryker and Max lately; they barely look at each other’s eyes, and whenever Ryker walks in, Max just leaves, giving some excuse. I don’t know exactly what their relationship was before the Bryn thing, but I think it ended, and it makes my heart hurt because I can tell they are both suffering.

As we step inside, voices echo from the kitchen—Ethan and Knox, louder than usual. Ryker and I exchange a glance before heading toward the noise.

“This is all because of you,” Ethan snaps, pointing his finger at Ryker, and I instinctively move in front of Ryker, blocking him from Ethan’s line of fire. Ethan glares at me, his lip curling into a snort.

Ryker places a steady hand on my hip, trying to push me aside so he can face Ethan head-on.

“What happened?” I ask, my gaze darting between them, searching for answers.

“We need to go to the MacCallen farm,” Knox says, his tone clipped. “But Ethan’s sitting this one out.” He spins on his heel and leaves the kitchen, his combat boots echoing on the floor.

“And?” I press, not understanding what the fuss is about.

“And Ethan doesn’t want to stay behind,” Max says with a shrug, his tone indifferent.

I turn to Ethan, studying him. He’s radiating anger, his body tense. All this over staying behind for one mission? Why?

“That’s not the issue!” Ethan growls, storming toward Knox, who has his back facing us. “You made that decision because of what Ryker said! You don’t fucking trust me after all this time!”

Dante steps in, raising a hand to stop Ethan before he gets too close. His posture is controlled, his tone calm but firm. “Easy, kid. Don’t put yourself in a situation you can’t come back from.”

Knox turns around, tilting his head with a dangerous smirk. “I think you need to take some edge off,” he says, glancing briefly at Bryn. “The type you can’t take care of with Blondie over there.”

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