Page 91 of Burn Bag

KAVANAUGH

I staredat her kissable lips, bruised from my kisses, and had to tear myself away from her. Fuck, the taste of her skin on my lips, the way she creamed so easily from my touch, and the feel of her body coming undone in my arms was too much of a high to walk away from.

But I had to.

Fuck, I really had to. That glassy look in her eyes as she stared at me, ready to ask me to take her upstairs…I couldn’t do it. Not when I knew what would happen.

So, I turned tail and ran.

More like stomped away in anger. How the fuck had this happened? How had I not seen it? She was right there in front of me, gorgeous and fucking amazing. A little insane, and maybe that’s what made it so difficult to see what was happening.

I was fucking jealous.

Jealous of men who were already married, who were only there to watch her because that’s what everyone did when Fox started training one of the new wives or girlfriends. We bet to see who would match up against Eva, who could hold out the longest in his training.

And yet, all I could think about was the fact that she looked sofucking gorgeous and all those men were watching her. Fox had his fucking hands on her, touching her and adjusting her grip.

No, it was not sexual.

But my brain went offline the moment I saw it. And then she started talking about them, describing them as if they were her own personal meat market. And what the fuck about me?

I was her fucking husband, and I would make sure she never looked at any of them ever again. I touched her, I tasted her, and then I fucking ran.

I stormed out of the house and was in the gym just five minutes later, ready to kill anyone who approached me. I was beating the shit out of the bag when Red strolled in, grinning at me like the idiot he was.

“Something funny?” I snarled.

“Oh, just the way you pissed all over your wife not even an hour ago. And now you’re here, which means something happened.”

Something definitely happened. I’d lost my fucking mind. “Go away.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “What I just witnessed is definitely something we need to talk about.”

“Since when are you a woman?”

“Since I watched you storm out of your house when you should be inside fucking your woman. I just had to find out what the hell had you so wound up that you had to run away from her at all hours of the night.”

Sighing, I caught the bag as it was about to swing back and hit me in the face. I really wanted to beat the shit out of him, though I knew he didn’t deserve it.

“She said you’re the built redneck. That your muscles are distracting.”

“Redneck?” he grunted, flinching back. “I take offense to that.”

“And Johnny is the brute, sexy cowboy. And there was some other shit that set me off, also.”

His low chuckle just pissed me off even more. “So, she was checking us out.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled.

“You know, that’s when you take her aside and do what any normal, red-blooded male would do.”

“I did,” I snapped. “Or, I tried.”

He winced, obviously misunderstanding my meaning.

“I had her on the counter and I made sure she understood who her man was, but then…then I fucking lost it.”

“Ah, premature ejaculation. It happens. Not to me, but?—”

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