Page 155 of Gift from the Stone

“That’s enough for this afternoon, little warrior. Let’s get some dinner,” Tillman says. With a flick of his hand, the mess of the manikins around the back lawn is cleaned up and the singed grass is back to green.

As soon as we step into the lounge, no longer distracted or busy, I feel her longing trickle in through the bond.

My little wanderer misses her other men.

“She’s almost done with her bath,” I tell Tillman, throwing my drink back and standing from the couch in the lounge.

“Do you spend every second checking on her through your bond?” he asks, arching a brow at me.

“Do you spend every second reading her thoughts?” I shoot back.

His eye roll is answer enough. I’m not the only one who constantly needs to check on her. I can’t help it, nor do I plan to stop. I’ll do whatever I can do to always know how she’s feeling, and I’ll do whatever I can to make her feel better when she isn’t happy.

Making our way down the hall to her room, I kick my shoes off and peel my shirt off, plopping into my spot on her bed as soon as I enter. Since dinner, I’ve felt her gloominess sinking in and despite the little giggles and smiles she shot my way, I wasn’t able to eradicate the mood she was getting into.

But I know what will.

“She’s hating the fact they aren’t going to be home tonight,” Tillman says low as he lies in his spot, leaving a gap between us for her to crawl into.

“Yeah, I know, I can feel it. I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to go on a mission again,” I tell him.

“I’ve worried about that. I can’t just stop doing my job, but I’m also not going to leave her when she needs me. We’ll have to figure out a way for us all to go when a mission comes up or she’ll just have to come with me,” he says, earning himself a growl from me.

I don’t fucking think so.

“Not without me,” I grumble low just as the bathroom door opens.

My sweetness steps out wearing a shirt, my shirt, that hangs down to her mid-thighs, hair pulled to the top of her head, wild and messy. She looks fucking gorgeous. And fucking delicious.

“You two look comfortable.” She teases, shooting us a saucy little smirk as she pushes from the bathroom door.

She holds my gaze as I watch her like the predator I am as she crawls her way in the middle of us. The sweet, teasing little mood she just had vanishes once she lays down, her longing settling in again, and she tosses and turns in the sheets, trying to get comfortable, but that mind of hers isn’t allowing it.

She’s a fidgety, worked-up mess.

Wrapping my arm around her stomach, I pull her to me, burying my face in her neck, and breathe her in. Her body instantly relaxes against mine and I purr in approval.

“What’s the matter, sweetness?” I ask low, laying soft kisses along the side of her throat.

“I miss them. I don’t like the idea of any of us staying away,” she says, turning her body more so her ass is pressed right against my hardening dick.

“I know, but they’ll be back soon. I’m sure me and Tillman can take care of you while they’re gone.”

“How?” she asks quietly.

Slipping my hand under her shirt, I lightly glide my fingertips up and down her sides, her stomach, the underside of her perfect fucking tits. A little whimper falls from her mouth as I pull my hand back when she tries to shift the direction of my caresses to where she’d rather me touch.

Tillman’s head whips to me, catching on to what I’m starting. The slight tilt of his lip is the only confirmation I need to know; he’s down to take care of my little wanderer with me.

Gripping her jaw in my hand gently, I turn her head toward me and capture her mouth with mine. Her soft little moans vibrate through my body and I can’t help but grind myself against her, letting her know exactly what she does to me. As soon as she pushes her ass back against me though I pull away.

“Tell me sweetness, do you want to live out one of those naughty fantasies you keep having?”

Her eyes grow wide, pupils dilating. I feel her heart pounding beneath my fingertips where I teasingly keep roaming them over her chest, but never giving in to the call of her aching nipples that strain against her shirt.

Sliding down the bed a little, Tillman tilts her head up to look at him, smirking as she releases a shuddering breath.

“Is that what you need, Will? You need me and the dragon to take the edge off?”

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