One Night of Sin

No, Clay would help, if she only asked him.

But did she really want to reach out to the man who’d brought chaos into her family and uprooted her entire life?

You wouldn’t do it for Gage?

She pressed her lips together, trying to keep a sob at bay. God, that wasn’t even a question. Of course she’d go to Clay if it meant helping Gage. She’d do anything to stop O’Donnell from hurting the man she loved.

Skyler froze.

The man she loved?

Her heart beat faster as she stared at Gage’s face, still unbelievably gorgeous despite being all bruised up. But even from the start, it had been about more than his looks. It was his intensity, his strength, his dominance. It was the thrilling sex and the sweet kisses. The way he appealed to her nurturing side and fueled her confidence and challenged her to unleash her wild side. Her previous boyfriends hadn’t done that. They’d been content with the status quo, the same old date nights followed by the same predictable sex.

Gage, on the other hand, was not at all predictable.

She loved him, damn it. She loved his gruff voice and his dirty words, the roughness of his touch, his rare smiles and even rarer laughter. Maybe he wasn’t the most open person, but she was so much closer to unlocking him, she could feel it. And had no doubt that when he finally let her in, she’d love him even more.

Somehow during her train of thought, she must have fallen asleep, because when she opened her eyes, sunlight was streaming in through the curtainless windows. It was morning. And Gage was groaning, she realized.

The hoarse sound shot her into a sitting position. She quickly wiped the sleep from her eyes just as his opened. He looked disoriented for a moment.

“Sky?” he rasped.

“I’m here.” She touched his cheek in a soothing motion, startled to see him flinch. But not from pain. No, his eyes were swimming with…unhappiness?

“I told him not to call you,” Gage mumbled.

She wrinkled her brow. “You told Reed not to call me?”

Another groan. “Gonna…kill him.”

“Don’t you dare.” She pinned him with a fierce glare. “If he hadn’t called, I would’ve kicked his ass. This is exactly where I need to be, right here by your side.”

His third groan sounded like it was mingled with the word “no,” but she decided she’d misheard him.

Skyler hopped off the couch and smoothed out her tangled hair. “I’ll get you some water.”

“No.”

Now she heard it loud and clear. She frowned when he attempted to sit up. “Don’t move,” she said firmly. “You’re just going to jostle your ribs and make them hurt worse.”

The insufferable man ignored the command, sliding up until his back rested against the arm of the couch. “Sky…” The unhappy look returned, clouding his gray eyes.

“Don’t argue with me,” she grumbled. “I’m getting you some water, and then making you something to eat.” She crossed her arms. “I know you don’t like accepting help, but I’m here to take care of you.”

“No.”

The word ripped out of his throat once more, bringing a pang of uneasiness. “Why not?”

He rubbed his fist over his good eye before peering helplessly at her. “Damn it, Skyler. You can’t be here.”

Disbelief spiraled through her. “Where the hell else would I be?”

He went quiet for so long she wondered if he’d say anything at all. But then he did, and her entire world rocked on its axis.

“I want you to go.”

“Why, damn it?”

“Because…” He was breathing hard. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying. It’s just the painkillers talking.”

“I didn’t take any painkillers. I know exactly what I’m saying, baby.”

Tears pricked her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t ask, but evidently she was a glutton for self-punishment, because the question burst out anyway. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying it’s over.”

Chapter Thirteen

Gage felt like a dozen fists had pummeled his chest repeatedly—and it had nothing to do with the fact that eight men had literally done that to him last night.

It was the devastation in Skyler’s beautiful blue eyes that evoked the beat-to-shit feeling. He’d known he’d end up hurting her, but knowing and seeing it happen were two very different things. Two very different levels of pure agony and total self-loathing.

But he couldn’t turn away from the course he’d set. He wasn’t good enough for her, he’d known it from the start, and it couldn’t have been clearer now, not if it was written in neon and flashing in Times Square. He was black and blue, courtesy of some very dangerous men, and he knew damn well that O’Donnell’s crew wasn’t going to leave him alone.

Christ, he’d been a naive fool. Thinking that Mitch would happily let their arrangement come to an end. Ha. The bastard would keep coming after him until he got what he wanted from Gage. If it struck his sick fancy, he’d even use Skyler to get it, and there was no way in hell Gage would let O’Donnell hurt her.

“Are you saying this because of Mitch? Are you ending it to protect me?” As usual, the damned woman read his mind.

“Partly,” he admitted.

“Well, that’s bullshit.” It was rare to hear her swear, and with such vehemence, too. “You don’t need to play the hero, and if you’re really worried he’ll come after you—or me—we can get the cops involved. Get a restraining order. There are lots of things we can do that don’t involve breaking up!”