Unraveled (Undone) by Jennifer Dawson Read Free Book Online Page B

know.”
    I wrinkle my nose, remembering those first conversations with Leo about what he was, that now seem a lifetime ago. He’d told me I had to figure things out on my own. “Leo said something similar to me once, and it didn’t go over well. Sometimes you need a little more of a push. Have you tried talking to her?”
    Layla nods. “Yeah, a couple times, but she insists she can’t imagine why I’d ever let a man do that to me. So there’s not much I can do.”
    I use to think that. I shudder. Thinking of this morning, moaning and panting over Leo’s knee. I was wrong.
    But that doesn’t mean that Ruby is wrong too. I narrow my eyes. “Why does it matter? Do you care if she’s into the same things you are?”
    Layla shakes her head. “God no. Of course not. I never even told her about John and me, and never thought about it. We’d never even talked about it until Michael. But the more I open up, the more I explain, the more questions she asks. And right now, she just seems… unhappy. Distant.” Layla runs her hands through her hair. “Maybe I’m suffering from role reversal. I’m used to being the difficult, distant one while she’s trying to get me to talk. Maybe that’s all it is.”
    “Maybe,” I say, before smiling. “But maybe not.”
    Layla glances at the door, as though she’s afraid someone might come in, and then lowers her voice. “Sometimes I catch her watching Michael and me.” Layla bites her lower lip. “And, well, I think I see jealousy there.”
    I can understand that. I can’t deny there is something about my brother and Layla. Something captivating. When they walk into a room, eyes linger on them. I smile. “When I was single, I would have been insanely jealous of you and Michael too.”
    Layla shrugs. “I don’t want her jealous. I want her happy.”
    “And you think some man dominating her will make her happy?”
    “No, I’m not saying that.” She blows out a hard breath. “I just sense something.”
    I raise a brow. “Is that why Chad’s here?”
    Layla laughs. “No! Can you even imagine?”
    “Nope.” I can’t. They are polar opposites. While Ruby looks like a renegade, there’s something almost restrained about her. In contrast, Chad looks all American and clean cut, but I’ve seen the guy work it, and he’s as dominant as they come.
    Layla continues, “Chad’s here because he’s our friend, he’s part of our little group now. I’m not worried about him. He knows who he is. And, yes, his taste in women might be a little easy for him without the challenge I think he needs, but that’s his business. Ruby is mine.”
    “I get it. If Gwen were unhappy, I’d want to help her too.” Gwen Johnson has been my best friend since we were a year old; there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. And I do mean anything. I’d move heaven and earth for her if it was in my power. “So what do you think we should do?”
    “What can we do?” Layla holds up her hands as though in surrender.
    I grin. “At bare minimum we can show her why you’d want a man controlling you.”
    She grins back. “That’s true. We can show her that, at least until we go into our separate corners.”
    “Exactly.” At the thought of tonight’s events I shiver with lust. I’ve already let the nerves slip away for the time being, because I’m beyond excited. And I trust Leo implicitly. He’s been whispering the most depraved things into my ear, sliding his fingers up my legs, commenting on how I’m such a little slut with my drenched thighs.
    And it’s just making me hotter. Wetter.
    Once I get to wherever he puts me, I’ll be nervous, but for now I’m just letting that fevered pitch take over. Because there’s nothing more I love than that place I go where all sanity shuts off and I’m riding on a wave of blissful, endless ecstasy.
    “Perfect,” Layla says. A sly expression slides over her features and she glances toward the door before leaning forward on her chair.