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“Longshot wouldn’t fuck one,” Surge pointed out. “That doesn’t mean he thinks you are useless. You have more to offer than sex, don’t you?”
That made me laugh. “Sure. Some days.”
“And Mal doesn’t think you’re useless either,” Surge added. “He just doesn’t want Longshot training you like a Ladrian. Our healing rates are faster than yours. Mal is trying to protect you, even if he’s doing it…badly.”
“Oh.” I looked down, chewing on that bit of information. “Well, that actually makes sense.”
“If you stop assuming the worst of people, you might find life here a little easier.”
“Says the guy who held a scalpel to my throat?”
He chuckled and looked away sheepishly. “Okay, fair. But I’m trying to do better. So maybe we both can.”
CHAPTER 20
Tiger
Small fingers trailed along my hip, a soft touch that stirred me awake. Jenny still slept beside me, head crooked over the edge of her pillow, a little glistening trail of drool escaping her lips. She’d be mortified if she knew.
I smiled anyway, warmth bubbling in my chest as memories from the night before surfaced.
Surge had popped his head out of the lab to tell us we could visit her. But Jenny, stubborn as ever, announced she just wanted her own bed. Said it was more comfortable than Surge’s stiff exam table. Then she’d looked up at me with those soft, pleading eyes and asked if I’d come lie with her. I didn’t stand a chance.
She held my hand the entire walk to her room.
Once there, she asked if I’d spoon her until she fell asleep. We ended up talking for hours. She admitted she’d been angry with me for sleeping with Mal after I’d been upset at the thoughtof her doing the same. I apologized for the hypocrisy. We talked about our childhoods, our homes, what little we had before meeting on Halla.
It was the second-best night of my life.
The first? That was tied. Between sleeping with her—and sleeping with Mal.
Watching her in slumber the next morning settled something inside me. Peace, maybe. Or purpose. I didn’t know. But I drifted off again beside her, feeling more at ease than I’d ever felt in my life.
I didn’t wake until she shifted, backing her soft, bare body against the front of mine. I slid an arm around her waist, and she grabbed my hand, dragging it up to her breast. She moaned as I squeezed her gently, and then she rocked her ass back against my cock—slow, teasing. I was already hard, but that friction made me ache for her.
“Tiger,” she whispered. “I need you.”
“Are you well enough?” My voice came out rough.
“Yes,” she hissed, rubbing against me again.
I reached between her thighs to find her already soaked. “What were you dreaming about?”
“You,” she groaned. “Me. And Mal.”
I swallowed hard. “All of us? Together like this?”
She whimpered when I found her clit. “Yes.”
“What happened in your dream?”
She reached back, fingers wrapping around my cock. “You were inside me, on top of me. You pushed deep…then held still so Mal could fuck your ass.”
The image made my whole body jerk with need. I rolled her onto her stomach and knelt between her spread legs. I swept my fingers over her pussy, and she squirmed. “Is that what you want?” I teased, rubbing the head of my cock against her frombehind but not entering. “You want me inside you…while he fucks me from behind?”
“Yes!” she gasped, lifting her hips in invitation.
I slid halfway into her, groaning at the tight, wet heat surrounding my cock. She cried out into the mattress and clutched the blanket in both fists. Then she raised to her knees, presenting herself, head still down, back arched, begging for more.
