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chest. Before he lifted he said, “Better suck up that dick, buddy boy. I’m gonna pluck ya free.”
     
     
    And he did, by God. Real slow and easy.
     
     
    There was no feeling of embarrassment for being naked, caught as we were, or for being limp in his arms. I remember that clearly. I think the bite venom negated the shake. He put me in a chair, and tossed my clothes into my lap a minute later. He also tossed Giselle hers.
     
     
    Climbing up from the floor, to her knees, snatching the items as he threw them at her she blew the hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. God, she was sexy. She asked, “Did you watch the whole damn thing?”
     
     
    He grinned. “What do you think?”
     
     
    “You’re a son of a bitch.” But the way her tongue moved inside her cheek told me she was pleased. “Why didn’t you join us sooner?”
     
     
    He glanced my way, considered my stupor. I hadn’t made one move to get dressed. “Your boy’s a little tuckered out. I think that was about all he could handle.”
     
     
    “He does have stamina.” She let go of her things and crawled over to me. Putting a hand over mine, which lay limply in my lap, she said, “You all right, Jack?”
     
     
    I managed a nod. But hell no, I wasn’t all right. I had rubbed myself raw, literally. And I’d been bitten by something that I couldn’t begin to understand, and in my veins, I could feel something coursing.
     
     
    Even my eyes were beginning to ache. My whole skin felt...sensitive, energized.
     
     
    “You just rest.” She sounded like a mother or something. Not my mother. My mom had always been a pusher.
     
     
    “There’s time to rest later, Jack. When you’ve won your medal.” Her voice echoed in my head. “You can reap rewards and sit on your laurels all you want then.”
     
     
    My gaze traveled over Giselle’s face, and the wildly mussed, fucking sexy hair--which I really wanted to run my hands through again--but couldn’t find the energy to lift my hand to. Bleakly, I managed to lift my chin enough so I could see Hood. Now, I don’t know if he’d been undressed and was now redressed, or not. Like I said before, time stopped spinning while I was in that room.
     
     
    He was looking around, like he hadn’t been in that room before. Said, “We need to fix this place up. It’s a dump.”
     
     
    By anyone else’s standards, it was a penthouse apartment with fine furnishings. But not the cut that Hood liked, obviously.
     
     
    Giselle found that amusing. “You...” She got up. Like a cat uncoiling from a cozy slumber, she stretched. Correction, like a dog who’d lain too long, she padded over to him, and fawned up at him, cuddling right up under his armpit--like she hadn’t just fucked for hours with me.
     
     
    Funny, but it didn’t bother me. I felt no emotional attachment to her.
     
     
    Not that I ever felt that ‘kismet’, or belonging to or with someone else. I was a loner. Always had been. That’s what it takes to win the medals in a solo sport.
     
     
    Hood wrapped his arm around her, like it was second thought, and looked down at her, waiting patiently for her to finish her thought.
     
     
    She finished, “...are a serious control freak.” Planting a kiss on his chest--which was shirt covered--she pulled away and started getting dressed.
     
     
    His gaze was hard as it watched her. His teeth gritted as he said, “You like it.”
     
     
    I knew that he had a thing for her. I sensed it then. I didn’t get it. A man that powerful, with such animal magnetism--why did he literally order her into my arms when he obviously felt something for her? And she...she feigned indifference.
     
     
    Giselle shrugged on her clothes, not arguing his point. Occasionally, they looked over at me. But, for the most part, Hood watched her dress, and so did I.
     
     
    Finally, about the time she pulled on her jacket, I said, “I can’t move.”
     
     
    “That’ll wear off.” Hood was not