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I feel it. I know I do. It warms my chest and makes my heart skip a beat, but saying it out loud? I don’t know how.
“It doesn’t bother you?” I ask, my voice heavy with clogged-up emotions, and I watch him shake his head as his thumb strokes across my cheek.
“I would love to hear those words slip from your lips, Raven, but your actions always speak louder. That’s all I need. Now sleep, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
Exhaustion clingsto me as my limbs unwind from the fetal position, stretching in every direction as a low groan bites past my lips.
Fuck, I’m tired.
The memory of Zane’s words last night before I drifted back to sleep wrapped in the safety of his arms warms my heart as I blink awake, only to find the room empty. Not a single one of my men is filling the bed with me. Yet, despite its size, it feels snug and cozy with the remnants of their scents still clinging to the sheets.
Sighing, it feels strange to hear a hint of contentment in the noise in comparison to the usual frustration, and I curl deeper into the sheets. A beat passes when the bedroom door creaks open and Eldon appears in the open space.
“Good morning, Little Bird. How are you feeling? Zane mentioned you had a bit of a rough night, so we wanted to let you sleep as late as possible.”
I smile at him, taking in his shirtless appearance, appreciating the way his shorts hang loose at his waist and the added ruffles to his hair that make me want to run my fingers through it.
“I’m good.” And I am. Right now, at least.
“Good. Breakfast is ready, come and eat with us.”
My stomach predictably chooses that moment to groan with hunger. Kicking the sheets off, I crawl to the end of the huge bed before sitting on my ass and swinging my legs over the side. “Fuck, Little Bird. Watching you crawl like that does things I can’t even explain.”
I grin at him while wagging my finger. “I’m in my badass independent era right now. If you ask me to crawl to you like a good girl, I will likely tell you to fuck off. Mention it again next week and I might just want to feel the bite of the floor against my knees.” I wink and his head falls back with a groan as he readjusts his cock, the outline more than visible through his shorts.
“You’re a fucking menace. Get out here. Now.”
He gives me a pointed stare as he tilts his head and I stand, quickly cutting the distance between us so he can wrap me in his arms. I cling to his warmth, letting him fill my energy back up with a single touch before he leads me toward the dining table where the others are seated.
Brax is already digging into the eggs and bacon on his plate. Creed is shuffling it around with his fork, taking the occasional mouthful, while Zane seems to be talking away on some kind of device. Eldon pulls my chair out and I take my seat, the cool touch of the chair against my exposed thighs making me shiver.
I really need to start wearing more than just an oversized tee, especially since it seems to be getting cooler around here.
Eldon presses a kiss to my temple before dropping into his seat beside me and I take a bite of the bacon on my plate as I listen to Zane speak.
“Honestly, Pops, you did the right thing. We need to be looking at this situation from both angles. That involves someone being on the outside and someone being on the inside.”
“I would rather it was me on the inside and you farther away from the danger.”
Of course he would. Rhys has always seemed hands-on and loving with Zane, I can’t imagine him wanting to leave his child in such a vulnerable position.
“I know, but we didn’t get to pull the strings on this one. The enemy never gives us a choice. You know that.”
“I know. That doesn’t mean I have to like it, though.”
“None of us do, Denver, but that doesn’t stop us from fighting,” Brax states before taking another forkful of egg.
“Morning, Brax. Is everyone else there too?”
“Yeah,” Zane confirms with a nod, even though his father can’t see him.
“And Raven?” Rhys asks.
“She’s here too.”
“Good. Let me talk with her.”
Zane offers me the device without another word and I can’t deny the slight tingle of anticipation as I take it from his grasp.
