Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) by Cat Mason, Katheryn Kiden Read Free Book Online Page B

phone off the nightstand, I curl up in the chair in the corner. With my knees pulled up into my chest, I text Lynsey because she’s the one person I know of that won’t judge me, or immediately go running to Gunnar.
    Worst person in the world award goes to this girl.
    I try to keep my eyes open in case she wakes up and texts me back, but it doesn’t happen. I cry myself to sleep, curled into a ball in the chair with my phone in hand.

 
    The vibrating of a phone and the movement of the bed wake me, but it isn’t my husband staring at me when I open my eyes. I jolt back, groaning when the movement makes everything hurt, and everything that Dixon did to me last night floods my mind. Reaching over me, he grabs my phone and holds it out for me. I stare at his hand as if it’s going to bite me. When I don’t reach out for it, he drops it on the bed next to me and slides out from between the sheets, disappearing into the bathroom.
    The photo on the screen taunts me as my phone continues to ring. My husband’s face and beaming smile mock me as if he knows what I’ve done.
    He can’t know. Ever. It would kill him and the last thing I ever want to do is hurt Gunnar.
    Hmm. Maybe, you should have thought about that, Kennedy.
    My brain battles against letting me answer because I’m scared he’ll hear the guilt in my voice, but I force myself to do it anyway.
    “Hey,” I mumble once the phone is to my ear.
    “Why would you do something like that?” My face pales and I rush to get out of the bed because I need to move. This situation calls for pacing, right? How did I get in the bed? He knows. How the hell does he fucking know? “Drinking and fucking driving, Kennedy. What the hell were you thinking?”
    My racing heart slows down a bit, but the urge to vomit is still very present. Blowing out a deep breath, I sag back against the wall. “I thought I was fine, but it hit me all at once when we were almost here. I’m so sorry.” I wonder if that apology was because I drank and drove, or because I let Dixon fuck me last night.
    I hear him blow out an aggravated breath before sighing. “I woke up to no wife, and a message about you drinking and driving. It wasn’t the way I wanted to start my morning.”
    Well, I woke up in bed with your best friend. I bet that would top the list of things you don’t want your wife to do…
    “I said I was sorry, Gunnar. Nobody is going to feel worse about what happened last night than I do, because I didn’t just put myself in jeopardy. I get it. I’ll be home in a bit.” Without waiting for him to say anything, I hang up and drag my hands through my knotted up hair, wincing when I pull against my tender scalp.
    "I warned you that you were gonna be sore."
    My head snaps up, stopping when I find Dixon smirking at me. I want nothing more than to slap the cocky asshole right now, but I can’t get my feet to move. “You think this is funny?”
    “You wanted it just as much as I did, Kennedy. Don’t get it twisted in your pretty little head. I may have started it, but you sure as hell didn’t stop me.”
    “I cheated on my husband because you started it!”
    In three long strides he has me pushed back against the wall. With a hand on either side of my head, he stoops down until he’s eye level with me. “Do you think I planned on sleepin’ with my best friend’s wife? I’d rather cut off my arm than hurt Gunnar and you fuckin’ know that shit. Time to face the facts, sunshine, it happened and we can't change it now. I needed sex, you needed a good rough fuckin’.” My hand shoots up, slapping him hard across the side of his face. Dixon growls and grabs my hands, pinning them beside my head and when I struggle to pull them away, he tightens his grip. “Don’t deny it, Kennedy. I saw a side of you last night that I doubt Gunnar has ever seen. Does he know that you want to be fucked so hard you forget your name? Does he know that you scream in ecstasy when your hair is