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“You’d assume correctly,” I say regretfully as I take the final few steps and pull to a stop outside my bedroom door.
“What are you doing?” she asks, bumping into my back, as she continues to head for Reid’s room.
“I think it’s time I got you in my bed, little dove.”
“Oh, not that’s not hap—”
“You’ve spent hours in his room, making it smell all sweet. It’s my turn,” I say, tightening my grip on her hand and tugging her into the room before she has a chance to argue.
I slam the door behind us and stand in front of it, in case she has any crazy ideas about trying to escape.
She stands before me, her shoulders rising and falling with her rapid breathing as she takes in my room.
It’s different to Reid’s. I get that. But I can’t imagine she’s shocked by the state of it. She knows me well enough to know that I’m a bit of a hot mess.
“Is there room for me?” she teases.
“I know I’m not a neat freak like Reid, but it’s not that bad, Dove,” I say, pushing from the door and pressing my front to her back.
“JD,” she half warns, half moans.
“Go sit on the bed, little dove. You’ve got something to unwrap.”
Shamelessly, I grind my semi against her ass.
“I didn’t come up here to play with your dick,” she insists before stepping forward and finally doing what she’s told.
“Why were you freaking out downstairs?” I ask, unable to forget the panic on her expression when I stepped into the room.
“Devin,” she says with a sigh.
“Don’t listen to anything that moron says,” I tease.
“He said they’d been out hiding Mav,” she confesses quietly.
I can’t help but laugh, although there is no amusement in it. Only pain.
It doesn’t matter that she’s here, that she’s sitting on my bed, in my room.
Her heart is still in the basement. And I’m not sure anything I ever do will be good enough to change that.
I pause, my need for her and my fears colliding into a maelstrom of confusion inside me.
But in the end, her sweet scent and her warmth is too much to deny and I drop onto the bed beside her.
“Mav is fine, Dove. He’s still in your cell doing his time. You’ve been watching him,” I guess. “So you knew that already.”
“I know,” she whispers, embarrassed by her reaction. “But Reid—”
“Reid won’t touch him, Dove. You don’t need to worry about that.”
She swallows nervously but decides against arguing and nods instead.
“What’s in the bags?”
“I’m glad you asked,” I say with a wide smile splitting my face. “After we saw Victor, I took Reid on a little shopping trip. Which, I might add, he loved.”
“I’m sure he did,” she mutters. “He seems like the average shopaholic.”
