Careful, Tora. I may not hold back and fuck you right in front of my brother.
I flexed.
Both pecs.
Her lips parted.
Hiro lifted his head from the mattress, looked at her face, and then stared at me. "Is that all it really takes?"
"Be quiet." I cracked my neck and got on the bed too.
I settled against the headboard, and Nyomi shifted without being asked, finding her place between my legs and lying her back against my chest.
She tipped her head into the space beneath my jaw.
Tora.
I gathered her in my arms.
My Tiger. My queen. My anchor.
I moved my arms and placed one hand at her hip while the other moved into her braids, working slow from root to tip.
Fuck. I like this style. Whatever it is, I’m going to have her do this most often.
I grinned.
Thank God, Rin kidnapped the stylist. Now she’ll be here to do other styles.
Nyomi exhaled.
I whispered in her ear, “You like when I touch you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Then, I’ll do it more.”
Hiro got on his side and propped himself on his elbow beside her. Close, but careful with the distance.
Very smart brother.
The three of us filled the bed without crowding it. Her warmth ran between us, without being asked or directed, finding its way into every space until the very air smelled like her. Black amber and ripe plum threading into our souls.
Peace.
I sat with that word.
Earlier tonight I had been buried alive with graveyard dirt pressing down over my face and I had smiled through all of it because the Dragon had no other choice.
Now, I was here in this room with my Tiger's weight against my chest and my hand moving through her braids and the sound of my brother's soothing voice filling the space.
This is good. I didn’t know I needed this.
I looked at Hiro over the top of Nyomi's head.
But. . .did he know I needed it?
I thought back to the way he'd strong-armed his way into the elevator, into this room, into this bed.
