Growling, he threw me over, straddled me, and backhanded me across my cheek. The sting spread across my face as I clutched his neck and squeezed his throat.

“We weren’t doing that!” he shouted. “I’d rather screw a razor blade.”

He threw another fist into my gut, and I shot out my hand, punching his dick.

His eyes went wide with fury, but he didn’t keel over like I thought he would. He bared his teeth, slapping me over the head. “You motherfucker. You’re lucky you missed.”

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my chest, coming down and using his weight to keep them there.

“Easy to do,” I bit out. I was much bigger, after all.

He headbutted my nose, and I grunted, tears springing to my eyes.

“Goddammit, D!” I growled. “Shit.”

I struggled against his hold, trying to check for blood, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“You gonna stop now?” he demanded. “I’m not in the fucking mood tonight, and neither is she. We’ve been through hell, and not everything is about you.”

“Is it ever?” I opened my eyes, looking at him through the blur. I wasn’t the leader. I wasn’t the brains. I wasn’t the passion.

My friends wouldn’t be any less strong without me.

I had one thing I really liked. One thing that drove me to try. One thing that made me feel like a man.

Damon hovered over me, searching my eyes, and I could see the red in his, too. What the fuck happened tonight?

Dropping his forehead to mine, he released my hands, our chests rising and falling in sync.

“Bad shit happened,” he whispered. “And I can’t talk about it, but you’re my best friend, so don’t ever forget it.”

His breath warmed my mouth, and I felt him try to hold back a sob as his eyes closed and he struggled.

“I need you,” he murmured. “You don’t know how much we all need you.”

I bit the corner of my mouth to keep my emotions in check, but my eyes stung.

His lips hovered over mine, the heat made the room spin, and then…I opened my eyes, looking over at her. She was sitting against the mats and watching us. She hugged her knees to her body, unblinking as Damon’s mouth ghosted mine, and…when I didn’t pull away, he captured my lips with his, slipping in his tongue and nibbling my lip.

“We don’t smile without you,” he whispered. “She doesn’t smile without you.”

My cock hardened, and I groaned as he slid his hand down my jeans and stroked me. Emory’s mouth fell open as she started breathing harder.

She wasn’t running.

And every second I didn’t stop him and every second she sat there, making no move to leave, I got harder and harder.

Maybe she was living last night all over again, or this was the last fucking thing I could share with her, but chills spread over my body, watching her watch us, and I fisted D’s hair as he dove into my neck and sucked me dry.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

I closed my eyes for a moment, pushing the worry away and just diving in. To hell with it.

I worked his jeans open as he unfastened mine, but before I could pull him out and show her how good my hands worked, he dipped down and sucked me into his mouth, drawing me out slow and strong.

I moaned. “Oh, God.”

Curling my fingers into his hair as he moved up and down, I got stiffer, the heat of her eyes turning me on. I stared at her, the T-shirt falling off one shoulder, baring her skin, and her nipples poking through the fabric.

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