Page 110 of Relentless

For years I’ve told myself that I can’t have this. That if I do, I’ll be no different from the men of her past, using her because of what’s between her legs.

If she were to ever look at me and see a monster, I don’t think I’d survive.

But then, my fingertips collide with her soft, wet, hot—pierced—flesh and she lets out this filthy moan.

I’ve barely touched her, and she sounds like she’s right on the edge.

“Oh fuck, look at you, little dove.”

She spreads her legs wider, fully opening herself up for us, leaving me rutting into her hip instead of her ass, but I really don’t care.

This isn’t about me or my pleasure. It’s all about her. Just like it should be.

“Don’t be too gentle, our girl likes it rough, don’t you, baby?”

Our girl…

“Yes. Yes. Please. Oh God,” she cries when I apply more pressure and circle her clit. “Mav, fuck. Yes. Right there.”

Pushing myself up onto my elbow, I run my eyes down her body, obsessed with the sight of my fingers on her. She’s so wet, they’re glistening with her arousal already.

“That’s it, Dove. Give it to us. Let us watch you fall. You’re so fucking beautiful when you do,” JD encourages.

“Yes. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants before her body locks up. JD groans as she clamps down on his fingers and then she screams as her back arches off the bed and her entire body convulses.

My eyes jump to her face, and my chin drops at what I find.

She’s staring right at me with wide, pleasure-filled eyes.

‘I love you,’ she mouths, making my own movements falter.

“Fucking perfect,” JD mutters, finally pulling his fingers free from her body as he shuffles closer and covers her hand on his dick with his, stroking himself faster.

The fingers he just had inside her slip past his lips, and he sucks them before his release crests and he throws his head back as he comes all over her tits.

Everything goes silent other than the sound of our heaving breaths before reality hits me so fucking hard, it makes my head spin.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter, before releasing Alana as if she burned me and rolling off the bed.

The second my feet hit the carpet, I all but run toward the bathroom.

“Mav, wait. Please,” she begs from behind me, making me feel like the world’s biggest asshole.

My head hangs, my eyes dropping to my feet. Only it’s not those I really see.

Fucking hell. I’m the world’s biggest asshole with a massive fucking boner.

Can life get any more mortifying?

“Bro?” JD murmurs, reminding me that, yes, life can get fucking worse.

I wasn’t just grinding up against my wife like a horny teenager, but I did it in front of Julian fucking Dempsy, who no doubt is going to run straight to Reid to tell him what a fucking loser I am.

With my hand on the doorframe, I risk looking back at the woman laid out on the middle of the bed like an offering.

The tank that had been pushed up to expose her tits has fallen back around her waist now that she’s sitting, but her thighs are still spread, showing me just a hint of what all the men of Harrow Creek seem to want.

“Mav, please don’t run. I want you.” Her eyes drop lower. She might not be able to see the rather large issue I’m rocking from this angle, but she’s felt enough in the last few minutes to know it’s there. “Let me make you feel good.”

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