Page 71 of Salvation

“And the orgies?”

Dante grinned at me, dropping the phone onto the bed. “They happen. I’ve seen Vienna and Shark in a threesome. I saw Crash, Doc, ZachandSunshine, all with their dicks out, and one club whore in the middle of them.”

“Ew,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “Does Jenna know?” I asked, my stomach clenching at the thought. It made me see Shark in a different light, and I didn’t like it.

Although, I wasn’t really in any position to judge. He was a grown ass man who could make his own decisions.

“Probably,” he shrugged. “I don’t get involved in other people’s relationships. All the old ladies know what happens at these rallies. They usually take place after a long club ride, and it’s when bikers spirits are at their highest. If she doesn’t know for a fact that he’s slept with someone else, I’m sure she highly suspects it. Not that you have anything to worry about,” he murmured.

“I don’t?” I said, hoping my voice didn’t sound as breathy to him as it did to me. And also hating myself for the way my heart leapt in response to his confession.

“Of course not,” he stretched out, his leg brushing against my thigh. “I’m bound by contract, which means no rallies for me for the next six months at least.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” I snapped, pushing myself off the bed. I heard him laugh behind me as I stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I leaned against the bathroom sink, both hands bracing my weight as I took a couple of deep breaths.

Why had that bothered me so much? Why was I so fucking annoyed that he was even thinking about rallies at this time?

Before I could stop myself, I ripped the door back open, almost smacking into Dante as I went flying into the bedroom.

“If you want to go to the fucking rallies,” I spat at him, my finger jabbing into his chest. “Then be my fucking guest. Feel free to go downstairs and join in with this one, in fact!”

“Jealous?” he grinned down at me, placing his hands on my shoulders to steady me.

“Jealous?” I repeated with a laugh. “I’m nowhere near fucking jealous.”

“Really?” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m pissed off that once again, it all comes down to sex with you. That’s all our relationship ever was to you: sex. And you soon replaced me with someone else. And now you’re talking about all the sex rallies you’ll be going to when we’re out of this ridiculous contract.”

“You know what they say, Rachel. Those in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Or am I supposed to ignore the fact that I’ve just spent the afternoon with the man you tried to use as my replacement?”

“Oh, don’t be so fucking ridiculous. He was never your replacement. And don’t grin like that, either!” I snapped, fighting the urge to laugh at the proud look on his face. My anger was ebbing away as quickly as it came, and I was beginning to regret storming back in here the way I had.

“How do you want me to look?” He asked, pulling me closer to him. “You’ve just admitted that he was never my replacement.”

“I meant that it never went that far.”

“No? And why’s that?” He said softly. Too softly. The atmosphere in this room was changing, and I wasn’t sure I liked where it was going. The air became thicker. Charged. The familiar tension that had once been my home came crawling back over me.

This was dangerous.

“It just never felt right,” I admitted, my voice as quiet as his had been.

“Yeah. I have a confession. I already knew.”

“What?” I had already suspected that Dante knew, but I was surprised to hear him admit it so easily.

“I was already aware that you had dated your boss, Rachel. I have images of the two of you kissing. They were some of the first things Hacksaw sent to me.”

“And he’s still living? You’re losing your touch.”

He smirked at me, his hand coming up so he could run his thumb along my lower lip. I had to clench my hands at my side to stop myself from giving into the urge to run my tongue along it.

“He’s still living, because seeing those pictures only confirmed something to me you’re still in denial about. He’s still living, because I saw the way you responded to him.” He stepped closer to me, invading all my senses. I could smell the leathery scent of him. I could feel his soft breath on my cheek as he tipped my chin back. I felt his hard body pressed against mine.

“I know your body better than you do. I know what it’s like to have your response. To have you so worked up that you would do anything to ease that ache between those pretty little thighs. I know the way your body hums with desire. The way your breathing changes when your pussy is throbbing with need. I’ve seen firsthand the way your face looks when you’re one step away from dropping to your knees in submission. And you did none of that with him. When he kissed you, you might have kissed him back. Your mind might have said yes, but your bodysaid no. You didn’t melt against him the way you melt against me. You didn’t press yourself against his body, offering yourself. Your body was stiff, your lips didn’t open, you didn’t do those breathy gasps you do when you’re too far gone to regain any control. I haven’t even touched you, Rachel,” he whispered, his lips a fraction away from mine. “And yet your body has already melted. You’re already offering yourself to me. Your breathing has quickened, your pulse is out of control, and your nipples have already pebbled beneath your top. Seeing you with him didn’t make me jealous, because it just proved to me that I am the one you want. I am the one your body responds to, even when your mind fights it.”

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