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He’s right. Waiting is cowardly. It wouldn’t even be a consideration if it was anyone else, but the thought that she’d stop trusting me and do something to put herself in danger has my stomach in knots, my chest caving in, and my head in a goddamn fog.
“No one has our location,” Liam chimes. “We tell her now—or soon—and see how she handles it. If things go south, we’ve got time to do what’s necessary to protect her and disappear.”
My head snaps up. “Without her? ’Cause fuck that! She’ll have to forgive me because I’ll chase her to the ends of the earth.”
Liam shakes his head, his features more subdued than usual. “Not without her. We don’t go anywhere without her.”
“Agreed,” Gage says, which, again, screams how special my Little Storm is. Two months ago, he would have thrown her to them to save our asses without a second thought.
“Glad we’re all on the same page.” Ty sighs, arms folded across his chest. “It needs to happen in the next forty-eight hours.”
“You’re overstepping, Reynolds,” I snipe, spitting Ty’s last name as a reprimand.
It’s understandable that he’s upset and protective over Ivy. And in all the years we’ve known one another, he’s never been disrespectful, but I can’t let it start now. Disrespect is a product of doubt. They need to know I can handle this.
“I will get it done, andyouwill leave it in my hands.”
He nods, resting his elbows on his knees and blowing out a trembling breath. The sight has me reeling. Ty has mastered hiding pain, and here he is, losing himself.
Fuck, I wish I could talk to Tom. Maybe as much as Ivy needs him. Carrying everything these past five years was a hell of a lot easier with him as a sounding board. These guys have me, and I had him. Now, I’m alone and fucking up everything he cherished.
As I rise from my chair, my eyes land on each of them with assurance. “I need some time with Ivy today. Get to work and find out who the fucking leak is with O’Reilly or Cabrini.”
With that, I head back to my bedroom, anxious to see my girl and wake her up properly. I open the door and still at the sight. My Little Storm is waking herself up with a toy, it seems.
Eyes closed. Back bowed. Quiet moans. A goddamn vision.
“Ivanna,” I growl, abruptly shutting the door.
Blue gems, cerulean in the early glow, guilty and astonished, land on me. She scrunches her nose. “Good morning.”
“Not so good when I find you defying me.”
She shimmies up to a sitting position, letting the comforter fallfrom her magnificent tits.Brilliant move.“You’ve conditioned me to certain expectations upon waking, and you weren’t here.”
A well-crafted argument on the fly also.
Wordlessly, I stroll around the bed, rubbing my chin and relishing the sight of her sweating it out. She’s probably needy, too, seeing as she wasn’t finished. That I can certainly use to my advantage. I hold out my hand to her, and she begrudgingly plops her suction vibrator into my palm. She stares at it, then me, and tilts her head, lips quirked with snark.
“You can take it,” she says, waving her fingers at me in a jazz hand. “But you can’t take these.”
My beautiful brat.
Tossing the toy between my palms, I hum. “Wanna play, Ives?”
She bites her lip and nods, eager and willing as always, because she’s a fucking goddess.
“Careful what you wish for, Little Storm.”
IVY
His smile is equal parts sinister and enticing. I’m not sure why I enjoy pushing him, but I do. The truth: I knew he might catch me. Hoped he would.
Since our first morning together, Wells has woken me up with his face between my legs, devouring me until a mind-blowing orgasm explodes, contorting my muscles into Jell-O. When he wasn’t here today, I missed him. Not only the jelly-limb orgasm, but also the cuddling and encouragement and talking about the day’s plans or dreams of the future. His absence was the loneliest I’d felt since before my first night in his arms.
So, I’m not at all upset that, right now, he’s choosing to stay with me andteach me a lesson. His lessons generally result in me conceding to hisdemands because he causes an eclipse in my brain while my body convulses beneath his. And I’m here for it.
He disappears into our closet and reemerges with a cedarwood box. “I’ve been buying us some things for a rainy day.”
