Page 68 of Ravaged Saints

She’s stretched out in shorts and a t-shirt, her dark hair spilling across her face, and her chest rises and falls steadily, and, fuck, she’s hot. I get why Max likes her.

“Ryker,” Knox is standing near Dante, his posture stiff.

“Where are Max and Ethan?” I ask, scanning the space.

“Max went downstairs. Ethan’s outside with Bryn,” Dante answers, his tone careful. He knows something’s off.

I glance at Aspen once more, still asleep, then head toward the others.

“We were almost attacked,” I say, and tension ripples through both of them.

“What? Anyone hurt?” Dante asks, his eyes raking over me, checking for injuries.

I shake my head, recounting what happened. Knox grows more rigid with every word since something similar happened on their last run, but Max didn’t mention it to me.

“Come on. It’s Ethan. What the fuck?” Dante runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.

“I know, man, but something doesn’t feel right,” I insist; my gut is screaming that there’s more to this.

“You’re back,” She gently say cutting through the tension, and I turn to see Aspen sitting up, rubbing her emerald eyes.

“Yeah, we are,” I say, my tone colder than I intended, and her brows pucker.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, her eyes flicking between us. She’s sharp, and even after just a few weeks here, she reads us too well, and with her being so close to Bryn—and Bryn being with Ethan—it’s one more reason not to trust her.

Dante sighs, always trying to keep the family intact and at peace. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. Maybe Ethan was telling the truth.”

Knox doesn’t look convinced, though, and neither am I.

Max comes up the stairs, and his eyes land on Aspen, but before she can say a word, he strides toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. He doesn’t hesitate, crashing his lips against hers.

“Fuck,” Knox mutters under his breath as Dante crosses his arms, smirking.

I shake my head, suppressing a groan. Max has been hung up on Aspen since he caught her with Knox a few days ago.

“Miss me, sweetheart?” Max’s voice drops, rough and possessive, as his hand slides along her back.

I turn away, heading downstairs. I need space—and a damn shower. Stripping off my clothes, I turn on the tap, letting the cold water hit me, and maybe it’ll take the edge off.

Leaning against the tiles, I try to shut out the chaos in my head, but then I feel hands—smaller than Max’s—trailing down my back.

I grab her wrists and pull her back to my front, pressing her breasts to the cold tiles. Bryn tilts her head, her lips parted.

“What are you doing?” I growl, pressing her against the wall, my body trapping hers. “Where’s Ethan?”

Her breath hitches, and she grins. “In bed. Said he was tired and needed a nap.” Her tone drops, turning sultry. “You looked tense. Thought I’d help you unwind.”

Her hips roll against me, and I grunt, my cock already hardening against her. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I had a woman. The last time I felt in control.

She’s completely naked, her soft skin brushing against me.

“Bend over, Bryn, and open your fucking legs,” I command.

She moves slowly, her breathing quickening as she obeys.

Pressing my hand on her shoulder blade, I push her lower, her ass leaning up in invitation, and I shake my head. Fuck, she’s beautiful; her softly tanned skin and long legs will drive any man insane, me included.

I lean into her, my hand moving down, and I feel her shiver under my touch, and I smirk, sliding a finger along her wet pussy, and she moans, her back arching.

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