Page 88 of Ashes of Saints

Travis, Killian, and Zayne are having the time of their lives flirting with Aurora and Chloe, knowing it’s driving me crazy.

Chloe has been an enormous hit, entertaining them with her blunt humor and...well her ass. They can fuck Chloe until she passes out as far as I’m concerned, but Aurora is off limits.

Problem is, I can’t fucking say anything.

I shouldn’t want to, either. She is not my woman. Yet, for two hours I’ve watched my former best friends dance with her, sliding their hands over her body, and pressing their—soon-to-be dismembered—dicks against her.

Her and Chloe.

My eyes have been on Aurora and only Aurora.

Killian kissed Chloe, and his hand disappeared under her dress. Perhaps these assholes do have a limit because none of them have completely crossed the line with Aurora.

That could be because of the dangerous scowl I’m sporting while smoking my cigar and tossing back glass after glass of aged Macallan.

“Motherfuckers.” I mumble to myself

Travis tugs Aurora’s hand as she tries to walk past, darting a look in my direction as he does it. She drops down into his lap.

The fuck is he doing?

Then he whispers in her ear, and she giggles.

Look at me. I demand her.

Instead, she focuses on Travis and he smiles. There’s a glint in his eyes, and now I wish I’d brought my handgun with me.

Travis has probably left the club to me or one of the others in his will. We can live without him, but not the club.

I’m only half joking at this point.

“Hey Parker.” A brunette slips onto the sofa beside me.

Her tits are almost falling out of her dress; the buttons open to her navel. Like an invitation she glances down at them and then at my groin.

I squint, trying to remember her name.

“Tina,” I try, and she smiles, sliding her hand along my thigh. My palm slams down on top of it. “Not tonight.”

Her smile vanishes.

I lift my gaze to Aurora, who, instead of looking mad, blinks and looks away.

The hell?

I told her this was casual, and she seems to have accepted it. That’s good. Right? I am planning to end this charade, anyway.

Irritation mixed with the need to launch across the room and get my girl crashes down on me.

Fuck this.

Let’s see just how uninterested in me she really is. How brave she truly is in my world.

“Travis is looking for a threesome tonight.” I tell Tina and nod to where Aurora continues to sit on his lap.

Travis is playing with fire. He knows me, just as we all know one another, too fucking well. What is his game here?

Well, I’m calling his bluff.

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