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I wrapped her hair in my fist, making her look at me when I eased myself inside her. Her mouth parted, but when she worked her thick hips, I was the one who couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“Little fighter.” My hand covered her back, her shoulder between my teeth. My hips hit just as hard as hers. If anything, hers drove harder, faster. If she was trying to prove something, she was winning, but I didn’t care about the loss. I’d stop winning in this game between us long ago.
And thank God I had.
I came with her above me, a goddess in the night. I milked her heat, in and out until she came too. She was always so good at that, fucking gorgeous. I barely waited for her to finish before I had her under me, kissing her again. I held her to me and didn’t allow an inch of separation.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” The words fell out of my mouth, and I felt childish as shit for saying them. I mean, what the fuck was a girlfriend and boyfriend anyway? Whatever we had was much more than that. We’d been through much more than that.
But even still, I saw what the sentiment did to Sloane, her face lit up, her hands in my hair. She drew her fingers through it, and I felt that shit through every fucking follicle.
“I thought I already was,” she said, laughing a little, and I grinned. I pinched her lips between mine, and she didn’t fight me.
Nor when I did what I did next.
I’d heard of guys on the Court giving their girls their rings and thought that shit was basic. I just didn’t know what the fuck that meant, but as soon as I took mine off and put it on Sloane’s thumb it made sense. It was like she had a part of me, a part I gave to her and wanted her to have. I was hers just as much as she was mine.
Our fingers threaded together, the ring perfect on her. I kissed her thumb while she kissed me, all of this so fucking surreal. I was starting to forget what life was before her. At least, the bad parts. She’d replaced them somehow.
She’d healed them.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Ramses
I studied Prinze in the driver’s seat.
We shared a similar state.
Royal Prinze was just as amped up as I was, restless. I supposed that was a big reason we were both in the car instead of somewhere else. We both had conflicts of interest, me for my daughter.
And him for his dad.
The term was loose for that son of a bitch, and had I had it my way, things would be going very differently tonight. I’d made a promise to my wife, and that was the only reason things were different. Me being involved with what we were all doing tonight wasn’t possible.
I was too close to things.
Instead, I’d been forced to sit here, watch Prinze. His Tesla hummed while we surveyed a parking lot. It was just after 3 AM, and we hadn’t heard anything from Reed or Ambrose.
We should have heard something by now.
Prinze’s phone lit on the dashboard.
It was as if a call from God, Knight Reed’s name on the front of the screen. Prinze and I barely exchanged a look before Prinze swiped it off the dash.
“Brother?” Prinze said into the line, waiting. I’d known Royal for so long, and he was doing his best to remain calm here. I didn’t know his thoughts on the matter, but if my friends were inside of a building trying to take care of my father, I might have some thoughts on it. I wouldn’t want to have an opinion about that, but…
It was hard, a history there. I knew Prinze’s situation was a little more turbulent than mine was with my dad when he’d been alive, but with either of us, one fact couldn’t be denied.
They were our blood.
“Royal, you need to come inside. Now,” Reed said, his voice steady, low. “We’re sending a guy to your car. He’ll take you. Hurry.”
“What’s going on?” I took the phone from Prinze. My throat flicked. “Is the job done? Is…” I closed my eyes. “Did your people take care of it?”
“The job is done, and you both should probably come upstairs.” Reed clicked off about the same time one of our guys came to Prinze’s car. We both got out, the air chilly. We made haste behind a guy with legs the size of tree trunks. Reed knew military folks, and many of them had volunteered for this. We’d had to act quickly when we finally found out where Prinze’s dad was. It’d been a long search, many hours and no sleep.
The job’s done.
