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“Shhh…” I turned my head and kissed her mouth. “It’s going to be good now, you just wait and see…”
She closed her eyes, letting me kiss along her neck and take her mouth, and after a while she relaxed. I looked over at Nick, who'd just lowered his damn phone, and glared at him, letting the warning spill through my eyes.Show anyone else and I’ll fucking end you, blood or not. She was ours to keep secret and there wasn’t a goddamn thing I wouldn’t do to protect that.
He nodded, slipping his phone back onto his damn pocket as slow, soft snores came from the woman in my arms. Nick jerked his gaze to the sound. I flattened my hand against her back, pulling her closer against me. The act was possessive, even amongst my brothers. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care, because it was her—I looked down, finding that birthmark on her cheek, and felt something inside me shift.
I leaned over, brushing my lips along that mark she hated so damn much. But I didn’t hate it…in fact, I felt all kinds of things about it. I scowled as I dragged my finger along it, then glanced at my hand and the shape of her mark. I tilted my palm and pressed my fingers against the outline again.
Jesus…
“T,” Nick murmured.
But I couldn’t look away. I was transfixed at how the mark wasn’t just a blob of redness…but it was the exact fucking outline of my fingers.The same height, same crook on my middle finger where I'd broken it on some asshole’s cheek.
I shifted my focus to her closed eyes. She'd been made for me. Even if she didn’t know it…she would. I’d never felt this way about someone, had neverwantedto feel it. Not in the wake of mom’s death…and not in the wake of the fight with Lazarus Rossi.
The other bastard who'd seemed to take a fucking interest in her.
I needed to keep her away from him…him and that asshole Gio.
“Nick, can you find out where that fucking Gio lives?” I asked, staring at her in my arms.
“I can ask around.”
I nodded, rocking her gently. “Good. I feel a proper introduction is in his goddamn future.”
Caleb bent, grabbed the blanket which had been shoved to the bottom of the bed, and dragged it up over us. Ryth let out a sweet goddamn murmur and shifted harder against me. My brothers watched her for a second, then glanced at me, with a dangerous knowing burning in their eyes.
We couldn’t let her go.
Not even if we wanted to.
Not anymore.
“Clothes.” I jerked my gaze to the dresser.
The last thing I wanted was for her to wake up naked in her own damn bed. That would freak her out. Nick yanked open the drawer, then froze and threw a glance over his shoulder at her still asleep in my arms, then proceeded, quieter that damn time.
Our little mouse needed sleep and to process. I prayed to God she didn’t freak out. I looked down at her, and as gently as I could, slid my hand under her neck and eased her head to the pillow.
“Do you want me to…” Nick started, holding out one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers.
“He’s got it” Caleb answered for me.
I lifted my gaze, finding his. And all of a sudden, I was thrown from this moment and we were back there, to that room downstairs near the basement. The room we never went to now. The room that was once used as a hospital room.
Nick looked from Caleb to me, and stilled.
“Go on, brother.” Caleb motioned and leaned down, gently pulling the blanket from her body.
Nick seemed to understand, holding out the boxers to me. All three of us worked in silence. It was the kind of comfort they couldn’t give our mom, the kind they'd turned their backs on, but now…now they were here. I eased one of her perfect goddamn feet through the leg of my underwear, dragging the elastic waistband up her legs then over her thighs.
Her pussy glistened, some with my cum, some with her own desire. I slid the boxers higher, gently sliding them under her hips, and settled them around her waist.
They were too big, way too big, bunching around her hips, but still the sight made me feel weightless, like the burden I’d been carrying for the last few months had somehow lightened a little.Shelightened it a little.
Nick held out my favorite shirt, his gaze meeting mine before he looked away. I took it, slid my hands through the neck, and reached for her head. She mumbled as I slid it over and her eyelids fluttered, then her lips parted with a tiny snore that was too fucking cute.
I moved on impulse, leaned down and kissed her mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world before I froze. That wasn’t me. I didn’t dress my women, and I sure as hell didn’t kiss them while they slept, half worried I’d wake them.
