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Finn softly kisses my neck and mumbles, “Don’t leave us.”
“I’m not leaving you, you drama king. I just have to pee!” I start playfully slapping at Ronan’s arm and kicking my feet under the sheets. “Mac, help me!”
When he doesn’t answer, I lift my head to look behind Finn, only to find the spot he was sleeping in empty. “Where’s Mac?”
“Hmmm. He went to Kings,” Ronan answers.
Panic immediately courses through my body. This is the first time any of us have left the apartment in a week. I can’t help but wonder if he’s okay. Luca and his guys still haven’t found Logan, and we haven’t heard so much as a peep about any new plan from Declan. I knew the time would come when we would have to go about our business, but I just wasn’t prepared to pop the little bubble we’ve been living in.
Ronan must feel my body go stiff. Reaching up, he hooks his finger under my chin, so I roll to face him. His sleepy blue eyes meet mine, jet-black messy curls sweeping over his forehead. Just looking at him slows my racing heart. “He’s okay. He left around three to check things out after they closed up for the night. He didn’t want to wake you.”
I give him a soft smile and feel Finn press closer behind me, sweeping my hair off my shoulder to run his thumb across the skin. “It just makes me nervous. I wasn’t ready.”
“I know. But it’s been a week, and as much as we hate to admit it, we have responsibilities we need to get back to.” He looks as disappointed by it as I feel.
“I just want you guys to be safe.”
Finn plants a soft kiss on the back of my shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Angel. Kings has plenty of security and should be back in another hour or so.”
“Why is he the one that went anyway? Don’t you usually take care of most of the business there?” I ask, looking back at Finn. I know they all have a hand in the club, but between Ronan and Finn, they pretty much handle all of it. More often than not, Mac seems needed down at the docks or dealing with other things throughout the city. He plays the role of muscle well.
Finn’s lips curl into a devious grin. “He drew the short straw.”
My brows pinch in confusion. “He got laid last night, and we didn’t. So he gets to suffer through work while we stay in bed with you,” Ronan clarifies.
Laughing faintly, I roll my eyes. “That wasn’t nice. He didn’t choose it. I’m the one that jumped his bones.”
“He didn’t look too unhappy about it last night, Baby. Plus, I don’t make the rules.”
I laugh louder now. “Ummm, yes, you do. You, quite literally, make all of the rules.”
“Does he now?” Finn grips my hips and pushes his growing erection into my ass.
“Hmmm, I guess not all the rules.”
“That’s what I thought.” He bites at my ear, and I clench my legs as his teeth make contact with my skin.
“So sorry, Love.”
“Good girl.” Hell, I forgot how much I loved hearing them say that to me.
“Happy to see that still makes your panties wet,” Ronan says like an absolute know-it-all.
Feigning indignation, I slap at his chest and quickly sit up before either of them can grab me, and they both laugh. The sheets pull away from their bodies as I climb from the bed, and I turn around to stare at them, not even trying to hide the fact that I’m practically eye-fucking both of them.
Jesus, they are delicious.
Finn’s blonde hair is perfectly messy against his pillow, and his honey-colored eyes shine at me. His chiseled chest is dusted with a delicious amount of chest hair. My eyes trail down his abs until they meet his cock, which is standing straight up, just begging for me to lick it. My gaze moves over to find Ronan’s long and thick legs crossed at the ankles, one of his legs covered in tattoos that lead all the way up and over his hip and cover his entire abdomen. I constantly find myself running my fingers over the dark ink. He’s got both hands tucked behind his head, causing the muscles in his arms to flex proudly underneath even more intricate designs. I let my eyes trail the tattoos up the side of his neck until I see the cheeky grin that’s spread across his face, likely from his eyes roaming my naked body as well. I never thought I would be into a man who was covered head to toe in tattoos, but Ronan has proved me wrong. Very wrong. The only spot he seems to have left is his other leg and the opposite side of his neck.
“Like what you see, Baby?”
Popping my shoulder, I nod, not even trying to deny it. “Yeah. I really do.”
The ache in my bladder is too sharp to ignore any longer. I spin on my heels and head to the bathroom. After going about my business, I decide to rinse off my sweat from being sandwiched between two giant furnaces all night. Turning on the shower, I yell through the closed door, “Just going to take a quick shower. I’ll be out in a few.”
I throw my hair up in a quick bun and step into the lukewarm water. Careful not to get my curls wet, I face the shower head, letting it cool down my body. I reach for my body wash and loofah in the corner and begin scrubbing it over my skin, blissfully aware of how good it feels to not flinch from pain at the slightest touch. A few minutes pass before I hear the door to my bathroom softly open and close. I smile to myself, that didn’t take long.
A strong pair of arms wrap around me, and a soft kiss lands on the back of my neck. The tickle of their facial hair sends a shiver up my spine. I look down at the pair of corded arms. Tattoos stopped carefully where the sleeve of a dress shirt would be.
