Chapter 26. Breaking The Bond

Summer’s POV

I couldn’t help but stare when Alex freed himself from his jeans. His cock was intimidatingly large—thick and heavy with prominent veins running along the shaft. It made Foster look pathetically average in comparison. My core clenched at the thought of taking him inside me, a mixture of apprehension and desperate need flooding through me.

Then, the phone screen burned into my vision, Foster’s name flashing like a warning sign. All the heat and desire that had been building between Alex and me instantly froze.

“I have to take this,” I whispered, my voice shaking as Alex’s grip on my hips tightened possessively.

“Fuck him,” Alex growled, his cock still pressed against my entrance, hard and insistent. “Let it go to voicemail.”