August couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped. She could still feel Adon’s hands crawling up her thighs as he had tried to get a rise out of her. She would need a gallon of soap to wash the feeling away. The minor injuries were nothing compared to seeing his literal arousal. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with that. “Gideon,” she whispered the word as if afraid he’d vanish and she saw his smirk in response.
“Gideon.” While August’s was a whisper of adoration, Adon’s was a growl of someone threatening a wild animal’s food. Adon turned away from the young woman and observed the other man with a critical eye. “You are defying Nathan? You’re a fool.” He flexed his hand as he observed the other man. “Are you wanting a rematch so soon? I wouldn’t mind leaving you bloody on the floor
