Page 231 of Double Daddies
Someone coughed, groaned.
Heart seizing in panic, Avery shot a look down the hall. No, Adam’s shoes were not in their usual spot by the front door. Had someone broken in? If they had, they hadn’t actuallybrokenin, had they? The locks were working fine, and unless they’d scaled a five-story building to smash her bedroom window, it was unlikely they’d gained access that way.
What the hell?
Setting her Mallow against the wall out of harm’s way, she rolled her shoulders and stretched out her arms. She was a born and bred city girl, raised right here in Denver, which meant she knew how to take care of herself in certain situations.
Two years of self-defense lessons were about to pay for themselves.
Her home was her goddamn sanctuary, where she kept all her most precious possessions. It was where she went when she needed to relax and recharge, even if that ability was hindered at present by Adam’s presence.
No one broke into her sanctuary and violated it.
No one.
Fisting the handle, Avery blew out a breath and summoned her rage. She might be small, curvy, and more adorable than a panda cub, but by God, she was mighty when she needed to be.
Flinging the door open wide, she prepared to launch herself at the unknown, ready to defend herself and her home. A weapon probably would have been advisable, but as she took in the scene before her, she realized it was a damn good thing she didn’t have one in hand.
Adam’s shoes weren’t by the front door because they were kicked across the bedroom floor, along with a pair of very sleek, sexy Christian Louboutin heels. Pieces of his suit were scattered over the patterned cream carpet; a black dress was spread open over the back of Avery’s favorite reading chair.
Confusion lasted barely more than a second before betrayal cleaved into her chest, choking the breath from her lungs. It cut deep, carving through her internal organs until the pain felt more physical than emotional, and yet…
Somehow, she wasn’t surprised.
Two pairs of legs were twined together, poking out from beneath the duvetshe’dbought, in her goddamn bed. The back of Adam’s thigh and part of his cheating ass were exposed, the covers shifting as he thrust leisurely into…
Well, that was the question, wasn’t it?
Who the hell was in her bed?
It was a definitely a woman, she noted as a high, warbling cry competed with Adam’s guttural groan. Oddly enough, Avery felt no compulsion to wipe her out with a bitch slap or spend ten minutes using her hair as a leash to drag her face across the floor.
No, indeed.
Whoever she was, she was welcome to the cheating bastard…
After Avery made him pay.
Sucking in a breath, smelling sex and the distinctive fragrance of expensive perfume, she bared her teeth and imagined… hell, she was too angry to imagine anything but hisaverage-sized dick combusting like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.
The skank in her bed moaned. “Oh, Adam. Make me come. Fuck me so hard, you’ll be too tired to touch that troll you call a girlfriend later. You’re mine, all mine.”
The asshole had the temerity to laugh. “I fuck her with my eyes closed, baby. All I see is you.”
All Avery saw was red. Lots and lots of vivid, furious red.
Troll, was it? Okay, now bitch-slapping and hair-pulling was back on the menu, along with a side dish of just desserts.
Seething, Avery backed out of the room and stormed to the kitchen. From the utility cupboard, she pulled out the mop bucket minus the mop—it would be far too tempting to shove it up Adam’s ass—and set it in the sink. She paced while it filled with cold water, berating herself for being so stupid as to trust him, to let him in her life.
Well, his free ride was about to come to a shocking end.
Hauling the bucket back to the bedroom, she wasn’t surprised to find he was reaching the pinnacle of his intimate little tryst with the skank; stamina wasn’t a quality he could shout about, much like the size of his dick.
Average. Just average.
She was so done withaverage.
