I roll my eyes. “Does DoorDash even go to the supermarket? It’s really late.”
He nods. “Yep. Done it plenty of times at this hour. They’ll find something that’s open, trust me.”
“How do you still have all your teeth? That’s what I’d like to know. This shit will rot them out of your head.”
Vince heads into the bathroom. “Actually, it’s the sugary stuff that makes your teeth rot. Like Jolly Ranchers, jelly beans, Starburst…crap like that. I’m only here for the chocolate.” He flashes a wide grin. “So these chompers are safe.”
It takes me a little while to get the order input, but I do, and the Dasher will bring Vince’s candy to my front door in about twenty minutes. The shower spray turns on, and I know the perfect way to spend those twenty minutes. With Vince and some amazing shower sex.
The time passes much too fast, and I hate to drag myself out of the steamy glass enclosure, but the notification on my phone tells me the Dasher is at the door.
Vince grabs onto me. “Don’t go.”
“Unless you want to eat my ‘rabbit food,’ you’re gonnahave to let me go for a minute.” I waggle my eyebrows at him. “But don’t worry. We can melt whatever you don’t eat and use it for more games later on.”
“I like the sound of that.” Vince smacks my ass when I turn to push open the glass door.
His palm sends tingles over my skin and damn, I can’t wait to experience the Energizer Bunny he’s about to become once he shovels in all that chocolate.
I grab shorts and a t-shirt from a drawer in my bedroom before heading to the door. The foyer is still dark, so I turn on a light to let the delivery person know I’m on my way.
I twist the handle and pull open the door, my eyes on the stoop scouting out the paper bag of candy bars so I can grab it and go back inside to continue SexFest 2023.
But there’s no bag.
Only two feet stand in front of me.
And fuck…I know those shoes…
Chapter 34
Gabe
Iraise my gaze, my throat clenching tight when I see it isn’t the Dasher standing on my stoop.
It’s Shane.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
A choked gasp catches in my throat when he raises his hand and I find myself staring down the barrel of a gun.
Never in my life did I ever think this was the kind of scenario I’d someday face. But here we are…all three of us.
Shane moves toward me, his dark eyes narrowed. “You fucking whore.” His voice shakes but his hand, unfortunately, is completely steady.
I take a step backward, my bare foot slipping on the polished hardwood floor. Shane follows me inside and grabs me by the arm after slamming the front door shut. He tugs me close. “You thought you’d get rid of me like a piece of trash and I would just accept it?”
He jabs me in the chest with the gun. I back into the foyer. My calves tense, heart hammering so hard, I can’t hear myself think, scream, or beg for help. Yeah, I outweigh Shane byplenty, but he’s got a fucking gun on me. I’m not that much of a daredevil.
My gut wrenches.
Vince.
Shane keeps his gun on me. “Go into the bedroom.”
I’m ready to yell Vince’s name, to tell him to lock himself away in the bathroom so at least he can be protected.
But he’s waiting for me, stretched out on my bed in nothing more than a towel.