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The pleasure is almost unbearable, my whole body trembling as we move together.
I’m close, so close, and I can tell he is too.
“Emily,” he growls, his voice rough, “I can’t…I’m gonna…”
His words send me over the edge, and I cry out, my body shaking as I find my release. Jace follows me into the abyss, thrusting into me one last time before groaning my name.
We stay like that for a moment, tangled together, our breaths ragged, hearts racing. The water stills around us. The only sound left is the faint hum of the tub jets and our labored breathing.
Jace’s hands slide up my back, his touch tender now. He kisses my forehead, then my temple, and I sink into him, letting the warmth of his body and the water wrap around me like a cocoon.
“I hadn’t meant to do that,” he says, kissing my neck. “I know you’ve been through a lot.”
I shake my head. “You didn’t do anything. I wanted this.”
Jace lifts me effortlessly out of the water, holding me snug against his chest.
My body feels weightless like I’m floating, the warmth of the water still clinging to my skin. I dry off with a towel. Jace then lays me gently on the bed, his touch gentle as he pulls the blanket over me, tucking it around my shoulders.
Jace doesn’t leave, though. He climbs into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms, and I settle against him, my back pressed to his chest. I can’t believe I had made love to Ben, and now I’m here in Jace’s arms. This isn’t who I am. Then what is it about these four men?
I let myself sink into the warmth of his embrace.
The rest can wait.
CHAPTER 18
AXEL
My knuckles tightenaround my glass as I watch Whit lean against the bar, acting like he owns the place. My patience is already running thin, the tension humming under my skin like a live wire. I’ve been keeping an eye on him ever since Emily ran out, but it’s getting harder and harder not to march over and knock that smug look off his face.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I push off the stool and stride toward him, feeling the heat of everyone’s eyes following me, but I don’t care. This guy has caused enough trouble, and someone needs to put him in his place.
“You need to back the hell off. You’ve got no business messing with Emily.”
He turns slowly, a sneer pulling at his lips. “And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” he spits, his eyes narrowing as he looks me up and down, sizing me up. “What does she even mean to you?”
The question sends a spike of fury through me. I step closer, getting right in his face. “More than she ever meant to you.”
Whit laughs. “You just met her? And now suddenly she’s your everything?”
“Fuck you.”
Whit smirks, his eyes gleaming with something ugly. “Oh, I see. Big tough guy playing hero for the damsel, huh?” His voice drips with mockery, and he leans in, deliberately trying to provoke me. “You think she’s gonna fall into your arms just because you chase away herex?”
My fists clench at my sides, every muscle coiled tight. I’m so close to losing it, to decking him right here and now, but I force myself to hold back. Barely. “You don’t get to talk about her like that.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” He laughs, low and taunting, and something snaps. Before I can react, he shoves me hard, his face twisted in anger.
The bar around us seems to go silent, like everyone’s holding their breath.
“Come on, big guy,” Whit snarls, stepping forward, shoving me again, his voice rising. “You want a piece of me? What does she mean to you, huh? You think you’re something special?”
His words are barely out when he swings, his fist crashing into the side of my jaw. Pain explodes through my head, and I stumble back a step, tasting blood. The bar erupts around us, shouts and gasps filling the air, but I don’t register any of it. All I see is red.
Without thinking, I lunge forward, my fist connecting with his face in a powerful, satisfying crack. Whit staggers, blood pouring from his nose as he curses and rushes me again. We collide, his fists swinging wildly, and I barely feel the punches as adrenaline floods my veins.
“You piece of shit!” I roar, grabbing his shirt and shoving him back against the bar, knocking over glasses and sending bottles crashing to the floor. He claws at me, trying to get a grip, and lands another punch to my ribs that sends a sharp jolt of pain through me.
