Trust: Not Until You, Part 4. Roni Loren

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СКАЧАТЬ because he’d originally planned to spend the night in the small town where the prison was located, so Pike wasn’t expecting him.

      Foster turned his key in the lock and quietly opened the door, blinking in the darkness of the entryway. He could see the blue flicker of the television still on in the living room. He sighed. Pike was forever falling asleep on the couch with the TV still on. It was like the guy had an aversion to his own bed. Foster stepped into the kitchen, setting down his keys and his wallet, and toeing off his shoes. He was about to head down the hallway to turn off the TV when he heard Pike’s hushed voice and a soft answering laugh. A feminine one.

      So Pike had a girl over. That actually could work out in Foster’s favor because then Pike wouldn’t be inclined to shoot the shit with him. He’d have to pass by the living room to get to his bedroom, so he continued walking. But when the female voice responded to something Pike said, Foster froze in his spot.

       Cela?

      “So it’s all about dominance?” Pike asked.

      “Mmm-hmm,” Cela replied. “If you’re not in charge, it won’t work.”

      Foster went icy cold, everything inside him crystallizing and cracking. Pike had Cela over on a night he thought Foster was out of town. Cela was laughing and talking about Pike being in charge. The day from hell had just turned into a waking nightmare.

      “I can be dominant.”

      Foster couldn’t handle another word. He rounded the corner and found the two of them sprawled on the floor, propped up on pillows like they were at a fucking slumber party.

      “Just make sure you project calmness. He’ll sense if you’re not and act up,” Cela said, her back to Foster.

      “Will he—shit.” Pike noticed Foster standing there.

      Foster crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to let any emotion peek through his expression. “Sorry to interrupt.”

      Cela’s head moved like it was on a swivel, her eyes going big in the flickering TV light. “Foster.”

      Pike pushed into a sitting position. “I thought you were—”

      “Yeah, well, plans changed,” he said, unable to keep the bite out of his voice. “And seriously, Pike, sneaking around behind my back? At least have the balls to tell me you want to fuck her.”

      “Foster!” Cela gasped and scrambled upward.

      “Whatever. I don’t fucking need this tonight. I’m going to bed. Try to keep it down.” He turned around and strode toward his bedroom ready to charge right through the solid wood of his door just to take the edge off his anger.

      “Dude, calm the hell down,” Pike said from behind him. “It’s not—”

      He slammed his door, blocking out the rest of Pike’s sentence. Asshole. All the girls in the world Pike could have, and he was going to mess with the only one that Foster couldn’t bear to imagine with anyone else.

      There was a hard knock on his door. “Come on, man. Let me in.”

      But Foster just ignored him as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, one of the buttons popping off completely in his haste to get in the shower and a block out everything outside. But right as he tossed his shirt on the bed, there was another knock on the door, this one not as heavy but just as urgent.

      “Foster, open this door right now,” Cela demanded.

      He turned toward the door, surprised at the ire in her voice. He’d heard her nervous, he’d heard her confused, and he knew exactly what she sounded like when he drew his tongue along the shell of her ear or up her thigh—but never had he heard her angry. Despite knowing it was a bad idea, he stalked to the door and swung it open. There she stood in her wrinkled pink scrub pants and a T-shirt, cheeks stained with color, and hair a little wild—looking as enticing as he’d ever seen her.

      “We don’t need to do this, ang— Cela.” He caught himself right before he called her angel.

      “The hell we don’t!” She pushed past him and into his room without invitation. “You can’t just walk in and throw out accusations when you don’t even know what’s going on.”

      “Well, it’s not that hard a puzzle to put together.”

      She gave him a disbelieving look, then put her hands to her temples and let out a diatribe in Spanish—his shy neighbor switching into some fiery Latina mode he didn’t know she was capable of. “You’re so—ugh. I can’t even believe you’re acting like this. Pike got a freaking dog, okay? I’ve been here all night trying to help him get everything set up for Monty, to teach him how to train him.”

      “He did what?”

      “If you had taken the time to ask the question or see the kennel in the corner, maybe you could’ve saved yourself from lighting into Pike and insulting me.”

      “Insulting you?”

      She held her hands out to her side, exasperated. “Foster, you just accused me of being the kind of girl who would sleep with you and then sneak around with your best friend. Why not just call me a slut and call it a day?”

      He cringed. “I didn’t—”

      “Speaking of which,” she continued, apparently not in the mood to listen to an apology. “What right do you have to come stomping through here like you have some right to me anyway? You walked away. You said good-bye. Who I hang out with is not your business.”

      He raked a hand through his hair. “You know why I walked away.”

      “Right. Yes. You’re the Big Bad Wolf, and I’m innocent Little Red Riding Hood. Got it. Let me go find my freaking picnic basket.”

      She moved to walk past him, hair whipping behind her, but he grabbed her wrist, halting her. “You know it’s more than that. Don’t act like it’s a small thing.”

      Those chocolate eyes held challenge as she met his gaze. “Isn’t it, though? So you’re a little kinky. Whatever. Big deal.”

      “Whatever?”

      She gave a petulant little shrug, and he wanted to turn her over his knee right there.

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