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“None of us like this,” he agrees, “but we know it’s going to be okay because we will all be there. Watching your back. Protecting the both of you.”
I huff, not knowing what to say in response but feeling a lot better about this plan of ours. Having people at your back really does make all the difference. We stay silent for a moment, the heavy tension odd but not uncomfortable between us.
I smirk, ready to change the topic back to our usual banter. “Can’t wait for all of the doctor remarks.” Never fails to make me laugh when everyone from my past turns their nose up when my job comes up.
“You know you’re rich rich when becoming a doctor is seen as a disappointment,” Kade teases, his familiar smile spreading across his face. This feels more like us. With a bit more understanding shared between the two of us we are that much closer than we were even yesterday. Scarlett would be so proud of us.
“It wasn’t the right kind of blood they wanted on my hands,” I joke back.
I take a deep breath in.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Declan’s deep rumbling voice intrudes my panic.
I nod, trying to steel my nerves. He gives me his patented look and I groan. Even now, months later, they all still get on me to open up to them more. To not shy away from my feelings.
It can be annoying as all hell.
Yet, I still cave. Knowing the relief that will come once I lean on them.
“It’s just,” I sigh, trying to put all my feelings into words. “I’ve spent the last eight years avoiding this world like the plague.”
He pulls me into his arms and rests his chin on my head. I burrow my face in his chest, inhaling the unique scent that is him, letting the orange soothe me.
One arm stays banded around my waist while the other hand wanders, stroking up and down my arms in a gentle pattern, coaxing more words out of me. “I’ve never felt more like the scared eighteen year old that left this world behind than I do right now.”
He holds me a little longer before he responds, “Are you worried about someone recognizing you?”
I scoff at the notion. “There’s no way. My own mother wouldn’t recognize me.”
He nods against my head, continuing his slow motions, up and down my arms. He trails his fingers over my collar bone and I shudder. Almost forgetting what we were talking about.
“Do you feel like anyone there could overpower you?”
I laugh as his fingertips continue to tease back up to the sides of my neck, it's really the only skin showing. We had to have this dress custom made to ensure that it covered all my tattoos while remaining easy to move in, weapon accessible and fit amongst the elitist society we will be rubbing elbows with all night.
Even though I hate this mission, I can't help but love this dress. It's a deep sapphire, so dark it's almost black in a satin material that wraps around me like a second skin. There's a high slit on the left side, showing off my unmarked thigh with a diamond chain draped around it and giving easy access to my knife. On my right ankle is another knife but hopefully none of them will be needed.
"You've seen me fight," I remind D as I shiver under his touch once more. The top of the dress is long sleeves that hide not only my scars and ink, but a couple syringes as well that will ensure no one is able to overpower me. The semi-deep V that lands just in between my breasts, giving just a peek of my scar and tattoo that wraps around it.
He chuckles as goosebumps start to rise along the skin he teases. I can't even be mad because he's very effectively distracting me from the panic that was moments away from taking over me. "So why be worried?" His fingers tickle the front of my neck before splaying wide and grasping my throat in his firm grip. My breath comes quicker, short little pants of air escaping between my lips.
"I don't remember."
He gently squeezes and my thighs clench together, trying to relieve some of the pressure building there. “That’s my pretty girl." His hand slides away from my neck and moves to caress down my body. I moan at the feather light touches as he just grazes over my peaked nipple through the thin material of the dress.
"Don't tell me you're just teasing me," I protest at the thought of being left wanting. These fuckers get off on it, I swear. I can already feel how slick I am at my center and I'm really going to need him to do something about it before we leave.
"We are going to be late." His tone is stern, but his hand continues to wander lower. I buck into his hand, panting for him already.
"Worth it," I whisper, breathless. I feel more than hear his chest rumble as he agrees. He pushes me out of his arms and drops to his knees in front of me. Fuck if that isn't a perfect sight. I run my fingers through his blonde hair and grin as he smirks up at me.
His hands slowly slide up my legs, fingering the diamond chain wrapped around my thigh. He eases his fingers under the sides of my G-string, his movements still so slow and light, driving me insane with need. I groan as he pauses. This fucker is way too fond of the dramatic effect.
Finally, he pushes my dress to one side and starts to pull my underwear down. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, shaking under his touch, but not before I notice him slipping my panties in his pocket. I already know I'm not getting those back. I swear between the five of them, they have more of my panties than I do. Couldn't at least one of them not steal them every chance they get? Nope. You'd think they were gold bars the way they've fought over them before.
Kade calls it sentimental value. I call it gross. Fucking guys.
"Oh fuck," I groan. Declan finally stops fucking teasing me and goes straight for my clit. He uses one hand to spread me open as he flicks his cool tongue against the bundle of nerves. Fuck me. He must have a mint in his mouth. I can feel the cool tingling of the menthol, making every touch of his tongue that much more intense.
