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Chapter Three
“Nuliaba abnaba, are you okay?” Okay? That’s an understatement. Bar chuckled. “It was good for us, too.” Summer’s eyes popped open, and she stared up at him. God, she must be way far gone if she’d spoken aloud without meaning to. “I’m good,” she said, her throat scratchy—probably from all her screaming, she supposed. Heat rushed into her cheeks as she remembered her out-of-control orgasms. “Maybe, I could use some water,” she ventured, suddenly uncomfortable with the way Bar stroked her face and looked down at her, concern and knowing in his gaze. She glanced over at Mika to find the same expression on his face. Geez, guys, it was just sex, she thought. Mika frowned, and she supposed he could read her thoughts on her countenance. His eyes darkened, and he shifted to the side. “I’ll get you some tea.” “No!” she exclaimed. She needed to keep her senses about her. “No medicine.” “Just regular tea with a bit of honey,” he assured her then added as she struggled to sit up, “And perhaps a couple aspirin.” “Okay,” she conceded. Bar moved to sit beside her, and they both reclined against the headboard. He pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the steady thump of his heart beneath her cheek. She curled into his warmth and let his strong presence surround her. He seemed to be the calm force in the sexy duo, but she still sensed an undercurrent of malcontent. Something was off here, but she didn’t know what. It had been spectacular sex. What was the problem? “Just relax,” he said, his calm, deep voice lulling her. “Everything will be perfect in time.” That seemed a peculiar statement, but she left it alone as she closed her eyes and waited for Mika to return.
You wanna dance with the devil, you gotta live with it when he sets you on fire.
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