Page 49 of The Untamed

I could have kissed her. I wanted to. I’m almost positive she would have let me. And the way her hand crept down toward my cock.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I wanted that moment with her so damn badly.

My dick has been half hard since. That is, until I learned Logan’s been making out with my damn brother. Nothing like betrayal to kill a boner.

What’s my fixation on my siblings lately?

Am I confusing our deepening friendships with something sinister like lust?

Could I really jeopardize my life by making a move on my sister or staking some caveman claim on my brother?

Yes.

The truth is a punch to the gut and dangerous. My mind is a wild, chaotic mess. I need to keep myself away from these situations if I have any hope of navigating them. I can’t be pissed off if my brother kisses another man. I should be happy for him.

Nah.

Fuck that.

I still want to kill Logan.

If CJ were here, I’d want to kill him too.

Fuck my life.

“Everything good?” Rowdy asks, voice low. “You mad we didn’t catch them yet?”

“Hell yeah,” I growl. Among other more infuriating things…

“Me too. We’ll get them eventually. These woods may be vast, but we know them like the back of our hands. Those fuckers won’t have a chance.”

I wish I could fixate on catching the bad guys, but my mind keeps circling back to the moment with Raegan and disgusting thoughts of Logan mauling my brother. With my mind elsewhere, we come up on the clearing in no time. Rowdy tosses me the tent bag after unstrapping it from his backpack.

“Set this up. I’ll take first watch while you guys sleep. No campfire. We don’t need those assholes to know where we’re at.” He hands Ronan a battery-operated lantern. “Use this sparingly while he puts the tent up and then lights off.”

At least having a task allows me to focus on something else that doesn’t make me blind with rage. Despite the increasingly vicious wind, I manage to erect the tent by myself while Ronan wisely stands aside, holding the lantern closer to me whenever I need the light to see.

It starts to rain softly at first, but then the clouds release buckets of it all at once. Ronan snaps the lantern shut, immersing us in total darkness. I manage to fumble my way into the tent and he quickly follows behind.

The silence between us is oppressive.

A nasty, evil beast standing between us, snarling at us both.

I hate it.

I hate him.

“Ry,” Ronan croaks out. “Can we talk?”

Scoffing, I drop my backpack to the floor and set to rummaging for my sleeping bag. “There’s nothing to say.”

He’s quiet as we situate our bedding. We’re both soaked and getting everything wet from our clothes, but if anything, it cools off some of my anger.

I sprawl out on one side of the tent, trying like hell to ignore my brother. He swallows audibly and the fabric of his sleeping bag makes a swishing sound as he attempts to get comfortable.

I bet he wishes Logan were here so they could suck each other’s dicks and fuck.

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