Page 93 of Burn It Down

Because the second she responded, I felt it all fucking over me, I felt her, us.

She tugged at my hoodie, her fingers holding me with a white-knuckle grip, needing me as close as possible, just like I needed her.

“Yeah, fuck back on me like the whore you are for me, babe.”

“Rougher, Cal. Harder. Give me everything.”

She stilled as those blissed-out cries reached us.

It had her pulling away all too soon.

“Wow,” she breathed. “Sounds like someone is having the time of their lives.”

“Yep. Jonah’s getting his fill. It’s actually his second time with Caleb.”

“And Asher is just okay with that?”

“Last I heard he forbade Caleb from doing anything with Jonah if he wasn’t there.”

“Shit, that’s not gonna land well.”

I shrugged. “He’s out cold with that sedative right now.”

“Even so,” she grumbled.

Actually grumbled about it.

It had me frowning as I took her in. “You’re upset about Jonah and Caleb?”

“No,” she said, breaking eye contact. “Not exactly. I mean, I just thought… we’ve been apart for a long time so I wanted it to be the four of us tonight.”

Oh. I stroked her hips. “I’m sorry, darlin’. A lot has happened here. Being on the run, Ash being taken and tortured in that place, all the shit that’s coming to finally end this.” I stroked my fingers over her cheek. “And, worst of all, you not being here with us.”

She turned into my touch. “I’m here now.”

I smiled. “Yeah, you fucking are, darlin’.”

I moved in to kiss her, but footsteps sounded, coming up the stairs.

“Quick,” she whispered, snatching my arm and dragging me into the room we’d set aside for her. It had been where Jonah was crashing. After Lance’s order, he’d intended to sleep on the couch, but I guess he’d decided to shack up with Caleb instead. Well, at least until Ash woke up. Shit. That was gonna be a hell of a thing. As if things weren’t tense enough already.

“Killian!” she hissed at me, pulling me back to the moment.

That was when I realized she was having to exert a lot of strength as I just stood there in the room, while she was still trying to drag me with her.

“Sorry,” I said, moving with her as she burst into the bathroom, then shut the door and locked it.

She darted away from me then turned the shower on, before coming back to me and slapping her hand over my mouth.

What the—

The thud of the bedroom door opening pulled me up short.

And so did the voice that then rang out.

“Angel? You all right?”

She winced at me, then called through the bathroom door. “Yeah, just about to take a shower, Dad!”

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