Page 144 of My Unhinged Alphas
Lena narrows her eyes at me. “No?”
“You stay here.”
“With what?” she asks. “The motel Gideons and my thoughts?”
“With the door locked.”
Havoc snorts. “That’ll calm her right down.”
I ignore him.
Lena’s expression hardens. “I’m not staying here alone.”
“She can’t,” Vale says.
I look at him. He holds my stare.
Havoc stretches like none of this concerns him. “I’m with Scarface. She comes.”
Lena throws him a look. “Don’t call him that.”
Havoc grins. “Interesting.”
“Ten minutes,” I say. “Get dressed.”
They move after that. Vale out first, gathering his clothes from the floor. Havoc slower, shameless as ever. Lena sits up with the blanket still clutched around herself and reaches for the pile of clothes near the foot of the bed.
The blanket slips. Just for a second.
Enough.
My eyes catch the bare curve of her breast before she drags the blanket back into place, and the image lands hard and low in my gut. Immediate. Unwanted. Her under me. Spread out onthat bed. My hands on her hips, holding her open while I drive into her until she’s breathless and wrecked and saying my name like she hates needing it.
I look away at once.
Focus.
House. Voss. Whatever waits for us there.
Not Lena half-naked in dawn light. Not the fact that she was sleeping between them. Not the fact that for one filthy second my head gave me exactly what jealousy wanted and dressed it up like memory.
This is not the time.
By the time Lena disappears into the bathroom with her clothes, Vale has his shirt on and Havoc is dragging jeans up his legs, still wearing that irritatingly satisfied expression.
“You handled that well,” Havoc says.
“I didn’t ask.”
“No,” he says. “But your face almost did.”
I look at him. “Keep pushing.”
His smile widens.
Vale says, without turning around, “Enough.”
That should help. It doesn’t.
