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My eyes fall on Journey, deep in her slumber. A protectiveness takes me over and calls me to stay by her side. Besides, destruction and blood are not my forte. I’d rather watch her peacefully sleep and stay by her side than chop off dicks and fingers.
‘I’ll stay here and keep an eye on her. She could vomit in her sleep,’ I sign, swallowing hard when Jericho narrows his eyes.
“If you jack off, make sure you come on her. It’ll let others know she’s spoken for,” Arrow says, grinning when he adjusts himself.” And rub it into her skin really well. It’s a natural moisturizer.”
‘Please don’t tell me you’ve been coming on her while she sleeps,’ I sign, alarm bells ringing in my head.
“Okay, I won’t say,” he quips, opening her window and hopping out. “Which reminds me,” he trails off, looking toward the sky as a grin spreads across his face.
‘He’s coming up with some diabolical plan,’ I sign in a frenzy, nodding toward Arrow.
“What’s new?” Jericho sighs, looking down at our girl. “Take care of her, all right?”
Always do. ‘I will,’ I sign with confidence on my face. ‘Don’t worry.’
He nods, joining Arrow outside the window.
“We’ll text you with fun updates,” Jericho quips, wiggling his brows. Whatever tension had him by the balls five seconds ago, has released as they leave.
No doubt, he’s excited at the prospect of bleeding the cheaters dry.
“I’ll take so many pictures for you, Sheppy Boy. It’ll be like you didn’t miss a thing.” Arrow grins, waltzing off toward the SUV with a swagger in his step.
Always ready for the destruction of our enemies. Even the ones attempting to cheat at our highly secure games. But not me. I’d rather stay behind and not have to witness the bloodshed. There’s just something about the violence I’ve never got used to.
“Protect her with your life,” Jericho murmurs, glancing at her one last time before walking from view.
‘Just you and me,’ I sign to the girl snoring, sound asleep on top of her comforter. ‘You just lie there, I’ll help you get changed.’ I snort to myself, taking a step away from her and letting my eyes wander.
There’s clothes everywhere on the ground and covering her dresser. Soda cans lying near the overflowing trash. Papers strewn in the corners. I sigh with the urge to pick everything up and tidy her room. She’d probably sleep through the whole process.
No. First things first.
‘Sorry, Sweetheart. You need out of this dress,’ I sign, leaning forward and memorizing every imperfection on her body, especially on her face.
The freckles across the bridge of her nose. The dip in her skin next to her lip where a scar sits. Fuck. I suck in a breath, shaking away the feelings uncoiling inside me.
I want to strip her bare. But I’m not Arrow. Not really. He takes what he wants, regardless of her consciousness. And me? I sit back and try to do things the right way. In some regards, though. He and I are one and the same. He, the loud stalker. And me, the silent predator, freely walking into her home.
I’ll protect her with my life.
Thoughts of the night we had filter through my mind. Not an hour before, we were on the dance floor, bringing pleasure to the woman before me. Right now, she’s passed out. But before? God, she was so damn alive under our fingertips. I wanted to caress her heaving tits and pinch her nipples between my fingers.
I squeeze my eyes shut. The imagery is not helping my raging boner begging for relief. I swear my balls ache when I think about what I need to do. Journey came in her panties. Then, she used Arrow’s cum to get herself off even more.
Every inch of her clothing needs to come off her body. But my morals scream at me. We never take advantage of a woman while she’s sleeping in her own bed. Ever. This is her sacred domain, where she feels safe from the men that come in and out of her trailer at all hours. She’s even safe here from her mother’s abuses.
I blow out a breath, trying to picture football or even my father’s face. Anything to make this boner deflate and leave me until I can truly take care of it. My fingers tremble when they trace around her knee, slowly gliding up her thighs toward her soaked panties. My dick throbs harder when I grip the sides and bring her thong over her knees, ankles, and feet. Finally, they dangle from my fingertips, and I’m transfixed by the wet spot staring back at me. My breath quivers in my chest when I shove them in my pocket and promise myself I’ll use them later. No matter whose cum is dried to the fabric.
I swallow any future regrets and reach down, grabbing the new pair of panties first. I slowly bring them up her legs, keeping my eyes diverted away from her center, and settle them on her hips. The sweatpants Arrow set out come next, and I slowly pull them up her legs with a grunt, getting snagged behind her knees. After several heaving breaths, I secure them to her hips.
That was the easy part.
Journey doesn’t stir. Not even flinching when I move some wild hairs away from her forehead. She’s dead to the world—to me. How I wish she’d open her eyes and see me standing before her, ready to protect her at the drop of a hat.
Dread unfurls inside me. What would have happened if we hadn’t seen her? Or gotten to her? If she had stayed at our club? Maybe she could have been that person that went missing. Some other guys could have tried to pick her up. Not like Arrow wouldn’t have been able to track her down and drag her out of their clutches. That’s easy. But who would have taken advantage of her?
My fingers curl into fists, as I will the images of the what ifs away from my mind.
