Hidden Fire: Fire, Book 2: Red Hot Weekend by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page A

you’re aroused now, sweetheart. You’re like me. So fucking horny. So needy. You want my tongue in your pussy. And in your ass. You want me to fuck you. So hard and so thoroughly neither of us would walk for a week afterwards.”
    His fingers began to cramp. His wrists ached. Jesus, this wasn’t natural. Prying a knot open, sight unseen, with his hands tied together. But then it also wasn’t natural sitting tied to a chair, with an erection the size of a lamppost, the love of his life sitting panting opposite him, also tied to a chair. Just not the same chair.
    Christ, he had to hold her. Touch her. Kiss her. Lick her. Fuck her.
    No, he just had to love her. Like he’d wanted to love her for the last twenty-four months.
    “Tell me you want me, Jenn. Put me out of my misery. Tell me you love me like I love you. That you need to fuck me as I much as I need to fuck you.”
    She stared at him, her eyes filled with panic—and lust.
    Always fighting with herself. Always striving for control, denying her true feelings, her true needs.
    “Tell me those juices I want to taste aren’t oozing onto your panties right now.” He had to stop and gasp for air because he wanted to taste her so badly.
    She swallowed.
    Garreth began to sweat. “Jenn,” he coaxed, “tell me you love me.” He poked the edge of the rope beneath a loop and pushed. To his amazement, the loop gave and he freed one knot.
    She shook her head.
    “Say it, Jenn.” He needed to hear the words. “Say ‘I love you, Garreth.’”
    “I…” She broke off. Shook her head again.
    He pushed the rope through another loop and almost fell off his chair in surprise. The whole damn thing unraveled from around his wrists.
    He caught himself in time, schooling his features, not letting on for a second that he was free. “Tell me you love me, Jenna.”
    Finally, finally, she spoke, and the words lodged in his heart like an arrow. “You fucked my best friend.”
    He saw red. And for the first time ever, lost his cool with her. He lost it in a spectacular fashion. “Yes, I did.” He roared. “I fucked your best friend. I met her, I seduced her, and I fucked her. I got her into my room, I got her naked, and I fucked her. And guess what? She fucked me too. We fucked each other.”
    She stared at him, aghast.
    “I knew who she was too. Knew she was the love of Jackson’s life. Knew she was your best friend. And guess what? It didn’t stop me. It encouraged me. I fucked her, and I let Jackson know I fucked her.”
    “Bastard,” she spat at him.
    “You know why I did it?”
    “Because you’re a moral-less, son of a bitch who doesn’t care who gets hurt?”
    Had her opinion of him always been this high? Garreth tried not to let the words sting, tried to remind himself this was the very reason he goaded her. So she’d lose control. Say things she wouldn’t usually say. Behave in ways she usually refused to let herself behave in. “ Bong . Wrong. I did it for you. For you and for your fucking coward-assed brother.”
    He tugged at the ropes around his waist, freeing those in mere seconds. Jackson tied knots like a pussy, he thought vaguely. Couldn’t even get the ropes to hold.
    “Well, gee, give the man a hand,” Jenna cheered sarcastically. “What a hero. Fucking a woman for the sake of his best friend and the woman he loves. A real hero all right.”
    “A real hero knows what he wants and goes after it. I want you, Jenna. I love you. You love me too. I was sick and tired of your excuses. Yours and Jackson’s. Using the pact as an excuse. Putting it before your own happiness. Someone had to make you see the pact had outlived its usefulness. It wasn’t protecting either of you. It was making you unhappy. It was making us all unhappy. You, me, Jackson and Rachel.”
    “Ah, so you slept with Rachel to cheer her up? To cheer yourself up?”
    “I slept with Rachel because someone had to open your eyes. Yours and your brother’s. Someone had to make you