Three is a War (Tangled Lies, #3)

by Pam Godwin

“I haven’t talked to you or touched you in weeks. Not cool, baby. Your ass is going to be so fucking red you won’t be able to sit down for days.”

“I can’t.” He pushes off the bench and launches to his feet. “I can’t prove it, and you know what? Fuck you, Danni, because I shouldn’t have to.”

“While you’re down there…” Trace rumbles in a casual tone. I lift my head and my gaze falls on his groin a few inches away. My breath catches, and I pop to my feet, standing in the spread V of his thighs. “Was that a joke, Trace Savoy?” “I would never joke about that.”

“Nothing turns you on more,” Trace breathes, leaning in, “than surrendering your power to another. You don’t want the control. You want to be relieved of it. You crave the freedom it gives you. Shake your head if I’m wrong.”

“I don’t want a scene,” he says at my ear, “but I’ll carry you if I have to.”

“Whichever pleases you.” “Goddamn, you’re perfect.”

Instead of wiping off the come, he rubs it in, spreading it like lotion across every exposed inch. “You kinky bastard.” I laugh as a finger digs into a ticklish spot on my ribs. “I’m going to smell like sex.” “No.” He moves to the sink and washes his hands. “You’re going to smell like me.” Marking his territory.

“Ninety-nine percent of the time, I’m fucking the hell out of you in my head.” “And the other one-percent?” “I’m blowing my load in my hand.” “Cole,” I moan, wriggling beneath his sweeping caresses. “I love when you get all poetic. You and your dirty mouth.” “My dirty mouth is a sucker for the romantic stuff.” He grazes his teeth across my breast. “Like eating your pussy and lapping up your come.”

“Don’t apologize, Danni Angelo.” His timbre is quiet, shaky. “I gave you my heart. It was always yours to break.”

I bend toward him, holding his gaze until my mouth reaches his ear. “I’m going to fight for you.”

“You’re an asshole,” I say without heat in my voice. “I think we’ve established that.” “Why did you let me believe you two were an item?” “You were so fired up to fight for me I wanted to give you an opportunity to do that. Until I saw your discomfort on the stage. I couldn’t let it draw out another second. There’s no reason for it.” His timbre drops. “You already have me.”

“You’ve already proven your feelings, Danni. The day I left, the devastation on your face, it nearly destroyed me. I don’t have to imagine how hard it was for you to go through that again with Cole.

“On your knees.” He lowers my feet, panting. “I’m going to use your mouth to take the edge off.” The hot warning caresses my ear. “Then I’ll fuck you properly.”

With their backs to the kitchen, their heads bow in concentration as they color with crayons.