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a while he dozed off, but he awoke to the sound of soft moans. His eyelids snapped opened. It was in the room next to his.
    Fuck, that was Wild Card’s room. He was in there with Laurie.
    His cock was gliding into her. He was making her come.
    Before he knew what had happened, Steele was on his feet and out the door. He tried the doorknob to Wild Card’s room, but it was locked, so he stepped back and, using a powerful side kick, slammed his heel into the door. The wood of the frame splintered and the door swung open. He stormed inside, seeing the couple in the shadowy room and he grabbed Wild Card’s arm and yanked him off of Laurie.
    Except the man was Rip, not Wild Card.
    His gaze shot to the naked woman lying on the bed, her long dark hair spread across the white pillow case.
    Raven grinned at him. “Steele, I know you’re feeling lonely, but just wait until we’re finished, okay?”
    “I thought …”
    Rip took his arm and guided him to a nearby chair. “We know what you thought, but we switched rooms with Wild Card yesterday, remember?”
    “So where’s Laurie?” Steele demanded.
    “She’s bunking in with Wild Card.”
    He glared at Rip.
    Rip’s eyebrow arched. “So are you going to go break into his room now?”
    “Yeah, don’t do that, Steele,” Raven said.
    “Sorry, Raven,” Steele bit out, anger and adrenaline causing his heart to beat out of control. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
    He stood up and headed to the door, his pulse slowing as he collected himself. The frame was broken, but Rip pushed the door into place and it sounded like he dragged a chair against it to prop it closed. Steele didn’t want to go back to his room and hear them fucking again, so he headed downstairs to get a drink.
    He walked through the dark living room, lit only by the moonlight glowing in the window. As he walked into the hallway leading to the kitchen, he bumped into a shadowy figure walking toward him.
    From the softness and height, he already knew this was Laurie, but the warmth of her body against his, and the scent of her hair, knocked his senses into turmoil. From the shimmering moonlight, he could see she wore just an oversized T-shirt, and he could imagine the outline of her nipples showing through the fabric.
    The hallway was narrow and he pressed her to the wall, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
    “Laurie.”
    “Steele.” Her hands were flat against his chest as she gazed up at him. He couldn’t see her features, but he could see the glitter of her eyes in the scant moonlight.
    He couldn’t help himself. He lowered his face to hers and captured her lips. Then he moaned at the sweetness of her soft, yielding mouth. His tongue glided inside her and he thought he’d die of pleasure.
    He cupped her round ass, which was naked under the thin cloth of her nightshirt, and pulled her tight to his groin. She moaned as his hard cock pressed against her.
    The way she looked at him … the way her soft body felt against him … He wanted to brush her hair from her face. To kiss her with sweet, tender passion.
    Fuck, who was he kidding? He wanted to shove her up against the wall and drive into her, deep and hard. To fuck her so hard, she’d have no doubt she was his, and his alone.
    Which is exactly why he had to let go of her. Right now.
    He stepped back.
    “Fuck, why did you come back?” he muttered, trying to control his raging emotions.
    An awkward silence hung between them.
    “Steele—”
    At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, then a giggle, she glanced around, smoothing down her nightshirt.
    Steele turned and headed to the hallway, Laurie trailing behind him. As they entered the hall, Raven headed toward them, Rip in tow.
    “We’re hungry. Just coming to make a sandwich,” Raven said cheerfully.
    Rip just nodded in greeting.
    Steele returned the nod and passed them silently. Laurie followed him up the stairs and when they reached his door, they stopped.
    He wanted to drag her into his