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The Perfect Fit: A stand-alone why choose romance(59)

Author:Sadie Kincaid

“We need to go, shorty.” Xander pulls harder, and she stumbles after him.

She gives us one final glance, confusion and excitement in her eyes, then jogs out of the room with Xander by her side.

“You timing this?” I ask Zeke.

He looks at his watch and grins. “Kinda.”

“You want Fitch or Lily?”

He gives me his full attention. “Fitch. You know how much I love chasing his hot ass down.” I nod. Primal play is my thing. I’ve done it countless times with countless women, but I’ve never enjoyed hunting anyone as much as Fitch. However, something about chasing Lily down and fucking her senseless when I find her makes me hard as fucking iron. I lick my lips. That look on her face—the perfect mix of fear and lust—was incredible. She’s gonna taste so fucking good when I get my mouth on her.

“Besides, it’s probably best if Lily’s first time is with you. You’ll ease her in gently and she feels safer with you.”

Placing my palm on the back of his neck, I press my forehead against his. I hate that he keeps questioning himself where she’s concerned. “She feels safe with you too, Zeke.”

He swallows hard. “I know that. I just don’t want to scare her too much on her first time with this.”

“You won’t.”

His soft sigh brushes my lips. “Just go after Lily and leave Fitch to me, yeah?”

“Okay.” Pressing my lips to his, I give him a brief kiss. “One of these days, I’m gonna hunt you down. And when I catch you …”

A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You’d never catch me, old man.”

I slide my hand down his muscular back. “One day, Zeke.”

He dusts his lips over mine again. “One day, West.”

Chapter

Thirty-One

XANDER

My eyes dart up and down the hallway, ears straining for the sound of approaching footsteps. I thought about heading to the roof, but it’s pouring rain. So instead of running, I’m trying to outsmart them. Staying one step ahead. My heartbeat thumps a steady rhythm. A shadow flashes in my peripheral vision, and I run, my feet slapping against the marble floor as they carry me to the other side of the apartment. If I can get to the gym, I can sneak through there and double back.

If Zeke’s chasing me, I have a shot, but if it’s West … He slams me into the wall and knocks the air from my lungs.

Pinning my arms behind my back, he drags his teeth along the skin of my neck, taunting me with the promise of what’s to come. “Gotcha, brat.”

A shiver of excitement shudders up my spine. “I thought for sure you’d have gone for Lily.” He’s so fucking good at primal play, like a goddamn bloodhound sniffing out his prey.

“But I wanted you,” he says before sinking his teeth into my neck.

My cock leaks precum from the tip. “Fuck, West,” I groan, filling the hallway with the sound of my need for him.

Quiet footsteps pad somewhere nearby, too heavy to be Lily’s.

“Is Zeke gonna be pissed that you caught me?” I ask, knowing he’ll be doubting himself.

West twists my wrists in his grip and pain lances through my shoulders. I snarl and curse, which only makes him squeeze harder.

“You have more pressing things to worry about, brat. Like how hard I’m gonna fuck you for even mentioning another man’s name when I have my fucking hands on you.”

Pleasure and pain roll through me in equal measure. I fucking love jealous West. His hand slides up my back, rough fingertips digging into my skin. He grabs the nape of my neck and pins me flat to the wall with the full weight of his body. He’s the same height as me, but he’s thirty pounds heavier on account of the weight training he does every morning. I could put up a fight, maybe even knock him on his ass and pin him to the floor with his hands above his head. My cock stiffens at the memory of the times I’ve done exactly that and how he punished me for it after. But tonight I don’t feel like fighting back. I just want West Archer any way he comes. Literally.

His hand slides to my throat, and he tilts my head back. “Shall I fuck you here in the hallway, Fitch?”

I push my ass back, rubbing it over his hard cock. “Fuck me anywhere you like, West.”

He tugs at his belt and grunts. “You’re a fucking manwhore, you know that?”

I grin, making him yank my head back further. “Yeah, so what?”

He smacks my ass. “You let just anyone fuck your tight ass, Fitch?”

“Maybe.” I let out a wicked laugh. I might not want to physically fight him tonight, but I live to push every single button this man has, and he has many.

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