Page 71 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

I wouldn’t bind her to me with anything but cotton and desperation.

She deserved so much more than that. I lo—

I forced myself to breathe through it as I sucked down one last glance. Her bandage had come half off. I’d been rough with her. Not even thinking of how she would hurt.

Taking what I needed without a fucking care. But this—this was what I could give her.

Freedom.

Swiftly, I undid the tie around her wrists. She didn’t stir as I rubbed them, my dick growing stiff again at the faint abrasions on her delicate flesh.

Bastard.

I’d already caused her so much embarrassment and unwittingly pulled her into the spotlight. What had happened earlier was just the beginning. Next, someone would see her cheek and combined with my rage tonight, they would start to speculate. The stuff with Kerry would be tossed around like confetti. Private details of our past and present would become fodder.

I’d signed up for that life. Daisy had not.

She didn’t deserve to be collateral damage when I let my hotheadedness get the best of me. As I tended to do with disturbing regularity.

This was the kindest thing I could do for her.

For me? It was just one more wound to add to the collection, most of them self-inflicted. But at least I would know I’d limited how long this went on. With every hour we spent together, it would only become worse.

I shut my eyes. My sister would hate me for what I’d done. And she would be right.

I picked up my clothes and shut the door behind me.

Fourteen

The room was pitch black when I woke.

Rather than panicking at being in a strange place, calm enveloped me. I had to grin. I’d been fucked unconscious.

I lifted my head and realized my arms were free and curled around the pillow beneath me. I turned over my wrists and rubbed at the slight sting on each of them. Stupid to be disappointed it wasn’t more.

Had to say I didn’t mind Oz’s already slightly growing-in stubble. Hopefully, it had done less of a number on my skin than his full beard. My pussy and my nipples definitely missed his more grown in facial hair. Maybe in time my flesh would toughen up.

A girl could dream.

I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep. Enough that when I stretched, every part of me hummed pleasantly—even the ones that were sore in delicious ways.

Sex had so many benefits I’d never realized. It was a workout and a sedative in one.

I rolled over, extending my arms over my head. The bandage on my forearm flapped with the movement, and I frowned as I smoothed it back down. The part of me that was still healing didn’t appreciate such…energetic activities.

The rest of me though? I squeezed my thighs together with a happy sigh. Freaking glorious.

My stomach growled, and I sat up. The sheets were cool, so Oz hadn’t stretched out with me. I couldn’t say I was shocked. He was restless at the best of times. This afternoon had been hard, but maybe he was feeling more smoothed out now.

At least I hoped. If he wasn’t, I was totally up for another round. Including those very interesting wrist securements and maybe even some of that back door fingering action.

I flushed. Who knew that would feel so good? Probably everyone other than me. I was a late bloomer.

And I wanted to bloom a lot more, after I got something to eat.

I climbed out of bed and noted my knees weren’t wobbly. Progress. Must’ve slept off my usual post-orgasm unsteadiness. It certainly wasn’t because Oz hadn’t rocked my world. He’d rocked it so hard I was tempted to curl my toes into the bare floor even now, hours later.

A quick glance at the bedside clock made me do a doubletake. Five a.m.? How was that possible?

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