Page 31 of Tainted Truth

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Rio groans.

Releasing my wrist, Rio falls forward an inch. I whip him around and push him up against the fridge door. “Tell me something, how did she feel?”

A roguish smile spreads across his face. “Like you don’t already know.”

Our bodies slam together at the same time and our mouths glue together in a passionate kiss. I get his bottom lip between my teeth and bite.

“I didn’t take you for a jealous lover, Z.”

“I’m not,” I growl. “I hate that I wasn’t here to participate. Speaking of, where is Spencer?”

Rio grips the front of my shirt, bringing us back together. He grinds his erection into me, and I hold back a moan. “I fucked her so hard and so good, on every surface in the house, and now she’s worn out and asleep. We did it on the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the couch, in your bed . . .”

We’re about to go back at each other when my phone buzzes again.

Shit.

Another notification about Dustin.

Fuck this guy. I hate that we need him.

I wish he would just die in a ditch.

I turn my phone around to show the screen to Rio. We break apart and begin discussing what to do about the prick. When Rio and I finish putting our plan together, Asher walks through the front door.

“Why the fuck does it smell like sex in here?” he asks with a wrinkled nose.

“Well,pendejo, when two people are attracted to each other?—”

“I know how sex works, dumbass,” Asher interrupts then plops himself on the couch. He stretches his arms above his head, causing a few pops to come from his body, then leans his head back against the top of the couch and closes his eyes. “Okay, I’m here. What’s going on?”

Rio slaps Asher on the shoulder as we pass him on our way out. “You’re on Spencer duty.”

Asher sits up. “The fuck I am.”

I show him my phone.

“Ah, shit. Fine. But I’m not reading her a bedtime story.”

Rio snorts. “Ya está dormida.”She’s already sleeping.

“It’s the afternoon. Why is she . . . never mind, I don’t want to know.”

After Rio walks out laughing, I turn to Asher. “Don’t hurt her.”

He turns stone cold. “There’s nothing going on.”

“Bullshit. Don’t play stupid, Ash. I know something happened the other night at her apartment. That woman loves food, but she somehow fell asleep before we could get there with her dinner.”

Ash winces. He may be composed, but we all know how to push each other’s buttons. “It was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”

I shake my head at him. “You’re an idiot.”

“What?”

“I didn’t stutter. It’s obvious she cares about you. I saw the letter she left you. The trash isn’t exactly a great hiding place.” I let out a sigh, done with this argument. “She’s not Rachel. Don’t confuse the two. Rachel was selfish and then drowned in her grief—she didn’t want our help. In the end, we weren’t enough for her. Spencer isn’t like that.”

“Then why did she try to run?” he bites back.

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