Page 71 of Ravaged Saints

“Doesn’t Ethan mind that you had sex with Ryker?” She asks, her eyes locked on mine.

“No.” He asked me to do it, but I’m not telling her that. “I think they all expect to share us, like one big, happy, fucked-up family,” I laugh, and Aspen chuckles, shaking her head.

“Are you afraid Knox won’t share you?” I ask, watching her carefully.

Her expression shifts, her eyes clouded with worry. “I don’t know.”

“Do you want any of the other guys?” I press, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around me.

“Oh God, I don’t know,” she sighs, slipping into her panties and bra. “I had a thing with Dante, but that was before Knox and I had sex.”

“Was Knox the first man since Cash?” I ask, and she nods, her cheeks blushing.

I give her a reassuring smile. “You’re a woman, strong and beautiful. Do whatever makes you happy, and if that is just Knox, go for it, but if you want any of the other guys, you should be able to.”

I should follow my own advice. Maybe I should tell Ethan that Idowant Dante. It’s my life, and Ethan isn’t my boyfriend. We’re just having fun, right?

“You’re right,” Aspen says, her smile soft but hesitant. “I think I just need more time to talk with the guys and see what they think.”

Her words are confident, but I can see the doubt lingering in her eyes. She’s questioning everything she’s done, and I don’t blame her.

“Knox has given hints that he doesn’t mind being with me and Dante, but…” Her eyes lock on mine.

“You’re afraid he might not want to share you when he’s not present?” I ask softly, and she nods.

“Well, Knox looks possessive, so maybe you should take a break with him and focus on the others, like Max. He seems sweet,” I say and realize that I don’t want to see her with Dante. She already had something with him. I know they didn’t fuck, but still, it’s my turn now…

She smiles and nods, getting all her stuff. She leaves the bathroom to her room, and I head to Ethan’s room. I’m relieved he isn’t here because I need a moment alone. This thing with him and Ryker has me on edge, like I’m missing a crucial piece of a puzzle I didn’t know existed.

After getting dressed, I head upstairs. Dante and Knox are on the couch, deep in conversation. On a whim, I decide to join them, sliding into the seat between them without a word, and they both stop talking.

The book I’ve been reading sits on the table in front of me, so I pick it up, letting my eyes scan the words while my mind spins elsewhere, and from the corner of my eye, I see Dante glance at Knox.

“Where’s Ethan?” Dante asks.

I shrug, my eyes still on the book. “Not downstairs.” I say calmly, but my breathing betrays me, hitching slightly.

I shift, my leg brushing against Dante’s thick thigh; he doesn’t move away, so I glance up, unable to resist looking at his face.

God, he’s hot as hell. Built like a damn bull, all muscle and strength. Those hazel eyes paired with his pale skin and dark chocolate hair give him this Doberman-like intensity I love. He’s the opposite of Ethan’s more regal, polished look, and it does something to me.

“Bryn,” Dante says softly, pulling me out of my thoughts. His deep voice makes my stomach twist.

“Yeah?” I purr, resting my hand on his thigh.

He looks at it, his jaw tightening before his hand wraps around mine. “I’m not—” He cuts himself off, his expression softening. “You’re with Ethan,” he says, but I can tell it’s an excuse.

“Aspen’s with Knox, and she still kissed Max,” I counter, pulling my hand back.

“She’s not with me,” Knox says sharply. “We fucked. That’s it.”

I glare at him. “That’s not how she feels.”

Knox puts down the magazine in his hands, narrowing his eyes at me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

What am I even saying? Aspen’s a mess, and I’m pissed. The way Knox and Dante are looking at me now makes me feel like I’m not enough. I’m always enough, and this jealous feeling creeps up before I can control it.

I shrug, trying to play hard to get.

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