Page 8 of Stolen Love

“Is she breathing?” Rebel shoves his finger under her nose to check.

“Yes.” I glance down at the woman I can’t imagine my life without. Her skin is almost translucent and barely covered by the fragile fabric of her nightgown. “It was the first thing I checked.”

Rebel removes his hand. “Fuck, that’s a relief.”

Jackson clears his throat. “Should I take Miss Love for you, sir?”

“No,” I snarl at the bodyguard.

“Then I’ll call an ambulance,” he says.

“No,” Rebel barks. “Riot, call the doc. Tell her it’s an emergency and to come right away. Tell her the code for the garage. She can come in that way so the crowd doesn’t get in her way.”

“On it.” Riot pulls out his device to make the call. “Hey, Doc. We have a situation.”

“Give her to me,” Rebel says to me, speaking carefully.You can trust me with her.“Your cock is swinging in the wind, brother.”

“I can’t.” I shake my head.She’s my world.And my world right now is naked other than a scrap of silk that barely covers her midsection. What’s left of her panties is in my pocket. My cum is on her thighs. Handing her over to him… “No.”

“You can’t hold onto her and deal with your pants.”Do you want it to get stuck in your zipper again?

And Doc may want me to administer first aid. I take a deep breath. I need to get my shit together. This isn’t Narnia. Rebel isn’t the enemy who put my girl in danger. My muscles start to unlock.

The door to the apartment opens and Adira bustles out in a flowing, sparkly gold robe with white trim. He’s paired it with kitten heels that have wispy gold feathers on the front.

“Are they done? Oh.” His eyes widen and he presses his fingertips to his lips. “You two are perfectly identical in every way, aren’t you?” He tilts his head to the side. “Well, except for the piercings.”

“The fuck? He’s seen your cock, bro?” My gaze connects with Rebel’s.When did that happen?

Rebel stiffens and his ears turn red. He clears his throat.“I don’t remember.”And we don’t have time for this. Ivy—

“What the hell happened to my cousin?” Adira rushes toward us once he realizes that Ivy is too quiet.

“She fainted,” I say.

“Then why are you just standing around with your cock out? Shouldn’t we be calling an ambulance? Or at least bringing her inside.”

“He won’t let go of her so he can fix his pants,” Rebel grumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Considering the state of his pants, I can guess why.” Adira raises an eyebrow at me and then unties the sash on his robe, revealing silky green sleep shorts with a black lace trim.

He tugs the sparkly material off his shoulders and drapes it over Ivy. Stealing her from my arms, he holds her against his bare chest.

“Be careful with her.” She seems so small and fragile. I reach for my pants and yank them up.

“Believe it or not, I’m stronger than I look. And Ivy is as precious to me as she is to you.” He cradles my girl and drops his head to speak quietly to her. “Your man is sometimes a tad too dramatic for this queen to deal with.”

I hook the button on my slacks and reach for Ivy. “Give her to me.”

I carry her into the penthouse with Adira and Rebel behind me.

“The doc’s on her way.” Riot catches up to us.

“Good.” I march toward the bedroom.

“She said to lay her down and elevate her feet,” Riot adds.

He and Rebel stay in the doorway as I carry Ivy to the bed and lay her down gently. Snagging a couple of pillows, I slip them under her ankles. “Should I cover her up to keep her warm?”

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