Fractured Fear (The Devils of New York #1)

Chapter 36

CHAPTER 36

SPENCER

W aking up hot and sweaty is not recommended. I thought I might have gotten a fever and was sweating it out, but no. Just surrounded by two very warm, very hot bodies.

I wake on my own when light filters through my sheer curtains. What time is it?

My arm reaches over a man made of solid muscle while another has his arms of steel locked around my torso. Snagging my phone off my nightstand is next to impossible. My breasts end up in Zane’s face and I try not to suffocate him while he’s unconscious. I tap my phone screen and see it’s seven a.m.

How did I sleep so late?

Fucking hell. I missed my run.

Slowly lowering myself back down in the middle of the bed, I resign myself to the fact that a workout is not happening today. Now to figure out how to peel away Rio’s iron grip. His hands are clenched together as if even in his sleep he was worried I would slip away. The thought makes my heart hurt.

I trace the designs swirling around his rough hands and glide my finger over the art. The ink is slightly faded indicating he got these done some time ago. The Devil’s face on the back of his right hand is chilling. His horns rise above his head and extend onto Rio’s wrist. The Devil is smiling too wide, but the glint of trouble in his eyes makes me smile to myself.

He’s clearly a fan of Devil tattoos.

Rio. My troublemaker.

Next, I track the words across his knuckles. The word vive stands out on his right hand.

Live.

Switching to the other hand I trace over the other word. Pelea .

Fight .

Is that the creed he lives by? Live and fight.

Heaving a sigh, I decide it’s time to get up. I peel Rio’s fingers apart one at a time, miraculously not waking him in the process. Now for the difficult part. Getting up without waking the logs on either side of me.

Without even an inch of space on either side, I’m somehow able to get one knee under me and extend my arm on the same side. I will never again complain about the yoga I do every night.

My other arm goes over Zane, and I place my hand on the mattress next to his head. My other leg also goes over him and my knee lands right above his hip.

My boobs are once again right in his face.

Oh well. Girl’s gotta go what a girl’s gotta do.

Straddling him, I shift my weight and begin lowering my leg to the ground.

Zane must finally feel all the movement around him because his eyes snap open. Panic clouds his gaze, but then he focuses on what’s in front of him and he smiles.

“You didn’t need to go to such extreme measures to seduce me, Angel.”

Mortified, heat rises in my cheeks. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh?” he asks with a raised brow. Without waiting for further explanation, he grips my hips, snapping them down to meet his and dragging my pussy over his hard cock. I bite my lip to prevent any sounds from escaping, but my efforts are unsuccessful as a small moan slips free.

Zane raises his head to meet my neck and inhales then licks a line up to my ear where he places an open mouth kiss. “I could wake up like this every day.”

All the air leaves my lungs at his confession and the need his actions are stirring in me. He continues to move my hips, so my pussy rubs up and down his length. I throw my head back and let out a needy groan.

“That’s it. Use me, Spencer. Come all over my cock.”

Zane releases my hips and I realize I’m moving my hips all on my own. I want this. My body wants this.

He glides his hands up my stomach bringing my shirt up with them to reach my breasts. He cups them and pinches my hard nipples. The sizzling feeling in my core builds and builds waiting to explode free.

“ Mierda . I’ll never say no to this sight in the morning,” Rio says in a groggy voice.

I squeak and attempt to pull away at the same time Zane reaches for me to keep me in place. I dodge his hands, but lose my balance in the process and end up sprawled on the floor twisted in the blanket.

Rio and Zane poke their heads over the side of the bed and spot me in a slightly compromising position. The blanket is tangled around my legs, and my shirt is still somehow above my boobs. Rio’s eyes go wide and his mouth gapes open. Zane’s stare has the same heat as before.

They scramble off the bed in a race to get to me, and I shove my shirt down making myself decent.

Each holding out a hand to me, they wait for me to take their offer. Instead, I pull the blanket over my head. “I’ll just stay under here until y’all leave. Thanks.”

My ears are met with snicking. Curious, I bring the blanket down a few inches and see Rio swiping at his eyes while Zane covers his mouth.

“Y’all are mean,” I say with mock anger.

“I’m sorry, Mama. You’re just so cute.”

“Cute?” I ask, affronted.

“Very cute,” Rio answers.

I narrow my eyes. “No woman wants to be called cute by the guy she…” I say trailing off.

“The guy she what?” Rio pushes.

I shake my head violently refusing to answer. He leans down grabbing my arms and stands me up easily.

“The guy she dates? The guy she wants? The guy she wishes she’d just give in to and fuck?” Rio inquires, still seeking the answer I’m reluctant to give.

I bite my lower lip, holding in my reply as if it would slip free without my consent.

Rio’s focus zeroes in on my lip. He brings his mouth to mine, stealing my air. But instead of kissing me, he uses his teeth to release my lip.

“If anyone gets to bite your lip, Mama, it’s me.”

If I thought my panties were wet before, they’re drenched now. I jump back only to collide with another body. Zane’s body.

Throwing ice on the inferno, I back away from the sexy men intent on ruining every last pair of panties I own. I ask, “Why didn’t my alarm go off?”

“I turned it off,” Zane states.

“What? Why?”

“You needed the rest.”

“I wanted to go for a run,” I argue.

“Not today.” Zane’s face is completely blank, but his arms are crossed ready to fight me on this. Where did all this bossiness come from?

“Why the hell not?” I am outraged.

“You work too hard. You’re going to wear yourself into the ground.”

“You don’t get to make that choice for me, Zane.” I know my voice is getting louder with each reply, but I don’t give a flying fuck.

“Yes, I do,” he says it so casually like it’s no big deal.

“No, you don’t. What makes you think this is okay? What gives you the right?”

His face turns hard. “You trying to run away. That’s what gives me the right.”

My mouth drops open.

Reading my expression, Rio adds with a shrug of his shoulders, “You should have promised.”

“Y’all can’t be serious. If I promise I won’t run now, can I go workout?”

“Nope,” Zane answers.

“Again. Why the hell not?”

“Because then it wouldn’t be a genuine promise, and you’d probably break it.”

He’s right, but I won’t admit that to him. I won’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know he’s right. His lack of trust in me hurts, but I won’t admit to that either.

“Y’all could just come with me like you normally do,” I suggest.

“No, can do. We both have to get to work,” Zane says.

Letting out a frustrated sigh I glare at the both of them. “This is not okay. You have to know that.”

Zane approaches me and softly cradles my face in his hands. “I won’t lose you, Spencer. I can’t. You’ve possessed me. Body, mind, and soul. I can’t breathe without you. If you were to go, you would leave me suffocating.”

Tears swim in my eyes blurring Zane’s face, but his words ring in my heart. I scared him more than I realized. Leaving wouldn’t just shake my foundation, but his as well.

Can I do that to him? To them?

My options are: break their hearts or be the cause of their death.

I can only live with one of those.