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I hum and snuggle closer to him. “Love you too, Liam.”
The faint rustle of blankets is the last thing I remember before sleep claims me.
My pillow moves, and I groan, not wanting to wake up. A chuckle reaches my ear and I feel the vibrations of it on my cheek. It’s then that I realize I’m not laying on my pillow at all. I’m still laying on Liam.
“Sorry, Sunshine, but we need to get up. It’s already eight o’clock.”
I bolt upright. Normally I never sleep in this late, and then it comes back to me why.
My nightmares.
Scrubbing my skin almost raw.
Liam chasing away the ghost of their hands on me.
Multiple rounds of him making love to me.
“I’ve got to say, I love how disheveled you look when you wake up after being completely sexed up.”
Confused, I turn to him to see him staring at me with a goofy smile on his face. He reaches his hand out and runs it through my hair. I do the same and groan when I feel how tangled it is. I never combed it out after our shower, and now it’s a rat’s nest.
He chuckles again and I playfully smack his chest before gingerly scooting off the bed. I’m deliciously sore, and would love a bath, but I need to get ready. Hopefully Mama Astrid won’t be mad that I wasn’t there to help her cook breakfast.
“Laugh all you want, but this is going to be a pain,literally, to get untangled. I always have to comb it before bed, even if I don’t wash it, to help prevent tangles. Ideally, I would have done a loose braid, but got kind of distracted by my sexy hunk of an Old Man,” I say with a wink as I walk past him to the bathroom, not bothering with clothes since I’m going to shower again.
A shriek escapes me as his arm clamps around my waist and he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and smacks my ass. Despite how sore I am, I can feel myself getting wet at the action.
“If my memory serves, you liked my particular brand of distraction,” he says as he smacks my ass again.
I’m not sure what comes over me, but I reach down and smack his delicious bubble butt in return. “Darn straight, I do, baby. But you need to stop smacking my tush. My poor honey pot needs a rest, and if you keep doing that, it won’t be getting the rest it needs, so we can do some of the stuff you talked about later tonight.”
He sets me down on my feet so fast, I get a little dizzy at the change. The next second, he has me pinned against the wall as he devours my mouth in a bruising kiss.
“It’s a promise, Sunshine. Though, I’m pretty sure I’ll be hard as a rod all day thinking about what I want to do to you,” he says before kissing me again.
We’re both breathless when he pulls away, and I bite my lip when I see how hard he is. Licking my lips, I wonder if he’d mind if I went down on his love stick.
Laughter rings throughout the room, and I blink, looking at him in confusion.
“Oh, fuck, Sunshine,” he wheezes in between bouts of laughter. My cheeks heat and I wonder if I said that out loud without realizing it.
He pulls me close to him again, and the heat in his eyes makes my knees weak.
“I will always accept you, as you phrased it, going down on my love stick.”
My cheeks heat even further, but still I tug his arm, making him follow me into the shower.
An hour later, and another mind blowing orgasm as I made myself come as I took Liam in my mouth, I’m finally ready. Looking down at my arms, I bite my lip. Thankfully I didn’t scrub my arms bad enough to bleed, but they are raw and still a little red.
For a second, I contemplate changing into a long-sleeve shirt, but shake my head. I can’t keep letting them win.
Locking up the house, we walk toward the clubhouse hand in hand when a commotion nearby draws our attention.
Two angry male voices reach my ears and what I hear makes my hands start to shake. A pit forms in my stomach as a feeling of dread washes over me.
“How could you? How could you dishonor her memory by replacing her, you jackass?” a man, who looks a few years older than me says as he gets up into Kai’s face. I’m guessing they are related, as their faces look a lot alike, and he also wears his blond hair in the same Viking braids that Kai and his parents do. Only the mystery man’s braids go a bit below his shoulders.
“I’m not fucking replacing her! You’d see that if you’d fucking calm down and just talk to her. While yes, she has some personality traits that are similar to Frida’s, she’s her own person,” Kai says in a deadly, calm voice that sends chills down my spine. My brain barely registers that even though Kai says the words, he also signs them.
