One Dirty Night - Page 134
I froze as he blew me a kiss.
I sucked in a breath as Nick looked over his shoulder and glowered.
The way he reacted to seeing Hunter again didn’t fit with what he’d said about sharing me.
He never said he’d share me.
I just assumed.
I—
No, Hunter definitely asked him.
And Nick said…fine.
Fine?
Fine!
As if I was a piece of rump steak?
As if I was nothing more than a toy he could rent out?
The nerve.
The audacity.
The pain…
My heart hurt.
My mind twisted and tangled, and my lungs forgot how to work.
The same sort of agony usually delivered by a palm or paddle coursed through me. Was this just another scene? Another torment before a great reward?
My eyes locked with Hunter’s.
I did my best to read him but wasn’t successful.
“Ella…please?” Nick murmured with a pleading puppy dog stare.
Holding his gaze, I did my best to remember the bliss Nick always delivered, especially after the worst sort of pain.
It took effort.
It took trust.
But…I did the unthinkable and let go.
I gave in.
To Nicholas.
To his command.
To what he asked of me.
“Okay,” I whispered. “I trust you.”
