FORREST   “JESUS! YOU don’t know how to hold back, do you? And you’ve been a little too hard on yourself lately. Never. Ever.” I heaved an exhausted sigh. “Never a moment I think of you like that, Megan. You are one of those women I respect most. Believe it or not, that’s the truth. Your choice of not investing in a relationship doesn’t make you a...” I pursed my lips. Saying the word whore did a tiny stab in my chest. “You can’t be judged by your views, your opinion on sex. People make their own choices by the way how they see it right.” “Perhaps you wanna consider psychology?” she asked with sarcasm. “There’s nothing wrong with indulging with your wants, your desires, and your needs. You’re not a sex addict, and neither accepts money for sex. You’re just a grown-up woman who knows what she wants. I just hope you’re not using it to escape from reality. Sex can’t be your band-aid, Megan.” “Wow. You’re one to talk.” I would say sarcasm was

MEGAN   TENSION THICKENED between us, and it coiled up in my gut. I did a big gulp with wide eyes in shock. Oh, boy. Trouble, here I come. Lord Jesus, Forrest was only in a towel wrapped securely around his narrow hips. His presence had me utterly speechless—he was beautiful in every angle—beautiful than I ever imagined. My heart was racing wild. My skin grew hot with searing heat rushing up my neck to my face from embarrassment and his...well, he looked like a forbidden ripe fruit. The longer you look, the stronger the desire to want a bite. I opened my mouth to speak, and I had to close again, afraid I might say something wild and inappropriate that I should be keeping to myself. I’d had a fair share of men, but he was too perfect for me that made me sinfully melt inside. I was right after all—his body was covered with beautiful different filigree tattoos, occupying both ripped arms, his chest, and on his a

FORREST   I GRUNTED throatily. “If I will break her heart, you will what? What are you gonna do?” I faced Xandry, who was grinning like a bumbling idiot. I actually admired him because he changed a lot, took responsibility for taking care of his kid, Sammer, and stopped manwhoring since he met Blaine. “Punch me? Let someone castrate my balls or cut my dick off and feed it to the dog? Go ahead and tell me. And I am not a goddamn pussy-whipped!” It was pointless, and I knew exactly what he wanted to say. “But you never denied that you’re not into her, are you?” I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest. My chest was heaving. “Would you believe me?” “Nope.” “Then you got my answer. Find someone to piss off tonight, Williams. I’m done with you and Hughes.” “Blaine would be glad to hear this. They will meet this weekend, and I can’t wait to tell her this wonderful news tonight. Pyke is probably calling Cam rig

MEGAN   MY FACE burned with embarrassment. My friends were now giggling as if they got their answers effortlessly and knowing that my reaction said it all. Forrest walked in with the guys, carrying Kelly in his huge arms. He looked delicious and magnificent in a white shirt and navy blue pants. I was still rooted in place when my gaze locked with his, and I swore his scalding gaze buzzed right into my core, making my inner muscles clench. God, this man is just delicious. “Celebrating with us?” Pyke asked me, kissing Camila on the lips with eyes flashing with love and warmth. “Glad you could join us, Meg.” I could feel that there was something more in that statement. Now I felt like I was being set up. “Someone wants to run away, Pyke.” She giggled. “I’m not running away if you weren’t all ridiculous.” Guilty, I faced her. “Don’t mess with her. She has now Broody to defend her,” Pyke whispered, then gl

FORREST   Is she fucking kidding me? I shook my head, exhaling with a heavy groan.“I would never do that. Not in a million years. You have no fucking idea how much I want this more than my next breath.” She eyed me for a few seconds, darkness of lust brewing in her eyes before she smiled at me that took my breath away. “In bed. Now,” I ordered. Megan stepped back until her feet reached the edge of the bed. She leisurely lied down, biting her bottom lip, glancing up at me with a searing gaze. Her invitation had me nearly knocked on my feet as the violent rush of lust pulsed in my blood. Keeping my gaze on her, I kicked my shoes off, pulled my socks, and then my boxers followed. “God, Forrest.” Her breathless words zipped arousal down my spine. She leisurely raked her hungry stare on my naked body to my throbbing and hard cock as if she couldn’t help herself. Inspecting. Admiring. Mem