Jolting to a start, I wake from a dead sleep. I dart up into a sitting position on my bed, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. When I can finally see clear enough, the figure by my bedside is just as dark as the night; only her red rimmed lips and shocking green eyes seem to glow in the moonlight coming through the curtains.

“Paige?” Anger comes back to me as it drives the sleep from my head. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Axle.” Her voice is utterly calm, yet something is different, almost wrong about it. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not fucking okay,” I growl as I start to stand, but she pushes me back down.

“Well then, let me take care of you.” She climbs onto the bed. My mattress does not dip as it should. This can’t be real. I must be dreaming. There is no way she could have gotten here in a few hours.

Granted, I don’t know what the time is, but still.

“Why? You have the other man—”

“Because I can. Let me take the edge off, baby.”

I have no time to process any of it; Paige in my bedroom, her pulling my shorts down, her hand freeing my steadily hardening dick, or her calling me baby. She’s never done that before.

“Paige, I think we need to ta—” My words die on my tongue when her lips envelop my dick and suck me deep into her warm mouth until my head hits the back of her throat. “Fuck.”

My head falls to the pillows behind me. Her blood red nails dig into the flesh of my arse as I buck off the bed, and her head bobs, working me in and out of her mouth with suction that would make any vacuum jealous. Her tongue rolls against my shaft, rubbing against my piercings as her cheeks hollow out when she begins to pull off me.

“Shit,” I hiss and look down at her, but her black locks block my view of her beautiful face. With a single hand, I manage to grab hers and pull it firmly, urging her on and increasing my pleasure to see her face around my dick, her eyes closed, and the red marks she’s leaving at my base.

She frees me, only to nibble and lightly bite down on my tip before pulling me back into her warm mouth. I’m lost in her movements. My arse can’t jerk off the bed with her hold on it, leaving me lost to her methods of pleasuring me.

My release comes far quicker than I ever thought possible. My balls draw up just as she cups them and lightly squeezes them with the tiniest of twists. It doesn’t feel bad. With her movements, I can tell she knows I’m close to coming in her mouth. I don’t bother to tell her and just watch as my cum shoots into her mouth. Paige swallows every last drop, letting a drop of it run down the corner of her mouth after I’m done and she releases me.

“Fuck!” I shout, startling myself to a fully awake state. Looking around the dim room, I find no sign of Paige, but I am naked. I can tell with how my body moves under the sheets.

I feel like shit. I know it wasn’t from the amount of beer I consumed last night, but something about that dream felt so fucking real it was almost wrong.

Climbing out of bed, I feel a cool breeze hit my arse, causing me to turn to my window. I never sleep with it open.

“No.” Dread pools in my stomach. I feel nasty, dirty, and strangely violated when my eyes land on the other body in my bed.

Megan doesn’t stir even with the cover down around the bottom of her arse. Stupidly, I stay frozen in place, only my hands work as they jet up into my hair and grab hold until pain shoots through me.

I want to rush into the bathroom, scrub my body in a boiling hot shower, and fall to the ground to cry. Instead, I walk back to my bed and do something entirely too strange even for myself.

I smell the fucking sheets.

Yes, I smell my own sheets because it is the only clue I have to know if my dream was real just not with Paige or who the fucking hell knows. Taking a deep breath does nothing; my sense of smell hasn’t fully woken up yet.

Heaving one deep breath after another, I finally pick up the scent of the laundry soap I use and the smell of me, but no sex. It isn’t comforting, though; something still feels completely off by all of it.

Grabbing my clothes that somehow fell from my body in the middle of the night, I rush out of my room and dress quietly in the hallway, then make my way to the kitchen to cook myself some breakfast while I try to figure out the mess I have gotten myself into.

The magazine picture with Paige.

That’s where it must have all started.

I fucking fell asleep. Megan and the guys had to have known I wanted to be left alone. So why did she come into my room? And how did I end up naked in my bed with her?

“Shit, shit, SHIT!” I throw a wooden spoon across the room, narrowly missing Megan in the doorway. The expression she wears matches exactly how I feel, that is, until I take in what she is wearing.

“Take it off,” I growl. My shirt has no place against her skin.

“I can’t find my clothes.” Her eyes fill with unshed tears. Trembling, she enters the room. “Ax—”

“Don’t. Just fucking don’t.” I put up a hand to stop her from coming closer. Much to my surprise, she doesn’t. Megan takes a seat at the bar instead. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

She flinches. “I don’t remember anything.” Her hands shake as she lifts one to wipe her eyes. “The last thing I recall is you leaving the room, and I got into your beer.” Her sobs take control of her words, leaving her a blubbering mess.

“The fuck?” Jax and Levi didn’t know she left them?

This is fucked up; granted, I’m not in a committed relationship with Paige, but up until last night, I had hoped we could become something more exclusive. Well, that isn’t fucking happening now.

I grab my bottom lip, at a loss of what to do or say. We need to address this, but I can’t talk to Megan while she is crying.

“Stop it,” I bark, earning a yelp, then sudden silence. “Whatever happened last night was a fucking mistake.” Megan’s wide eyes find mine and she nods. “We both fucked it up, we are both to blame, and that’s it.” She nods once more.

“Give me words, woman. I need to know you understand. It isn’t fucking happening again.”

“N-never a-again.” She shakes her head, agreeing with me. “I didn’t want this to happen again.”

“Why?” My nostrils flare. I need to settle the fuck down before I hurt myself. Megan rolls her bottom lip into her mouth and looks away. “I thought you wanted more with me?”

A moment please?

I don’t care what she wanted or still may want. I just want all this shit straightened out.

“I don’t … not anymore.” She finally answers me, her still wet eyes meeting my enraged ones. “I-I sort of … met someone.” Getting up, she flees the kitchen, and a few seconds later, I hear my bedroom door slam shut followed by her quick race to locate her clothes—which have to be somewhere in my room and she just didn’t look hard enough—and leave the flat without another word.

Going to the refrigerator to grab some eggs and bacon, I let an anger I’ve never felt take hold of me. The problem is I don’t know who is to blame.

Myself?

Megan?

Or does it deserve to go to Paige?