Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,48

are on and his room is filled with steam from the open bathroom door. I hear his shower running and suck in a breath, knowing that being with one guy to ease the pain of another is no way to handle my feelings, but I need to. I need King to help take the pain away before I break.

I storm into King’s bathroom to find him standing in the shower. His hand is propped against the tiles and his head hangs into the water, and judging by the steam rolling out in large clouds, I don’t doubt that the water is scalding hot.

Perfect.

Hearing me race in, King’s head whips up. He eyes me for less than a second before his brows furrow, leaving me wondering just how fucked up Carver must have left me to have King so instantly concerned about my well-being. “What did he do?” King demands, anger flickering over his expression.

I shake my head while grabbing the hem of my tank and pulling it up over my head. My jeans go next, and as I step into his boiling hot shower and his arms fall around me, my desperation shines as bright as a diamond. “No … I can’t,” I say as the water rushes over me, the heat instantly helping. “Please … just make me forget. Fuck me until the pain goes away.”

“Babe …”

“Please, King,” I beg, looking up into his warm, ocean blue eyes. “I just … I can’t talk about it yet. Just take my mind off it for a moment and I promise, afterwards, I’ll give you answers, but right now … I just … I need to ease the pain before it tears me to pieces.”

King’s lips press into a tight line, and it’s clear he’s not thrilled with using sex as a means to avoid my feelings, but he’s not going to say no when seeing the desperation in my eyes. He’d do absolutely anything to ease my pain, even if it went against everything he believes in.

His knuckles sweep over the stitches just below my ribs. “You good?”

I nod. “I can handle it,” I whisper as the water runs over my face. “I don’t want you to be gentle.”

King narrows his eyes, and before he’s even said a word, I know he’s reading me better than I could ever read myself, and for once, I’m not so fucking thrilled about it. “I’m not about to use sex as a way to punish you for whatever the fuck just went down between you and Carver. I’ll fuck you and it’ll be hard, but it’s going to be on our terms, between you and me. Your shit with Carver stays out in the fucking hallway.”

I go to pull out of his arms, knowing damn well that he’s not about to give me what I need. There’s no way that I’m able to leave my feelings for Carver out of this. The whole reason I’m standing in his fucking shower is because I can’t process my goddamn feelings.

King latches onto the tops of my arms and pulls me back until I’m right where I was. “I’m not about to let you walk out of here because I’m not going to spend my night scouring the streets only to find you at the back of some sleazy bar beating the fucking shit out of some bastard. So, you have three fucking choices, and I suggest you choose wisely.”

I clench my jaw and look up to meet his pissed-off stare. Most of the time, I love his forceful nature. I love his dominance and alpha bullshit. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, except when he uses it against me and keeps me from getting my way. Right now, I couldn’t hate him more.

I just stare, too fucking stubborn to respond, but he doesn’t let it faze him. “One, you can stay right the fuck here and let me fuck you up against the tiles. Two, you can start talking and tell me what the fuck just went down between you two. Or three, we can go down to the gym and you can take it all out on me. What’s it going to be?”

Is he insane?

Fuck, feelings, or fight? Who in their right mind would have even bothered listening to the second or third option? But in all honesty, options two and three are just not things that I’m down with. It’s one thing standing in that gym with Carver and beating on him