Page 30 of Unraveling Connections

“Yeah. I’m picking Shadow up from Lyric’s tomorrow, so I would be at home by myself since Eli’s on a job, and I don’t fancy that,” He explains unnecessarily.

“You know you and Shadow can stay with us until Elijah gets back if you want to?” Trick says, as he stretches out his back and then walks around to the Trunk, popping it open so we can grab our bags.

“Trick’s right, we love having you in the house,” Riot agrees.

Peter smiles, “Thanks, guys. I hate being in the house without Elijah. I was not made for being on my own. I would definitely prefer to stay up here, so long as you are sure it is, okay?”

“Of course,” I say, heading up the steps to our front door with my bags.

“Great, thanks, guys,” he replies, following me through the door.

“Does anyone want a snack or anything before we head to bed?” Rafe asks.

“Yeah, actually, I think I might have a snack. I’m hungry,” Atlas says.

“Me too,” Trick agrees. I need to go over a couple of things anyway.

I nod, “Don’t work too late. I'm exhausted, so I’m heading up to bed.”

“I won’t, don’t worry,” Trick replies, as he gives me a tight hug and kisses me goodnight. “We are taking it easy tomorrow. Hopefully, we will get the file sent through so we can go over it properly. While we wait we are going to go over the footage and see if we can find the guy who was already in the safe room when Sandy went in.”

“Sounds good,” I smile and add, “so you know, I’m wearing pjs all day.”

“I thought that was the plan anyway.” Peter smirks, “Night Ever.”

“Night, bestie.”

I go around the room saying goodnight and then head upstairs, noticing that even though only a couple of them said they’d stay downstairs, all of them are now in the kitchen rooting around for snacks, and from experience, I know that there’s only about five minutes before Rafe’s had enough and ends up cooking something. Even Jensen is still down there, and he has had as little sleep as I have.

As soon as I walk through my bedroom door, I take a deep breath. The familiar feeling of home that I got when I walked through the front door intensifies now that I am in my room, surrounded by my things. I gaze at my bed longingly, I really want to just forget everything else and fall headfirst into it, but I also want to have a shower and get into my PJs. I walk over to my dresser and pick out my coziest and most favorite pyjamas, turning and launching my phone on my bed so I don’t forget to charge it again I then dump my bag on the floor and make a mental note that I really should set a reminder on my phone to unpack it tomorrow and repack it, especially since we’re most likely going to be leaving again soon, and if I pack my bag last minute, I end up forgetting things. I'm already in the bathroom by the time that this thought has finished though, and my phone is in my room.

I will set the alarm after my shower. I wince at my own thoughts, knowing that I am most likely lying to myself.

“Ever?” I hear Trick call out as the warm water cascades down my body, and all of my tiredness melts away.

“In here!” I call back. “I thought you were hungry and had some things that you needed to go over?”

“I wanted to check on you first,” he replies, his voice muffled.

I giggle as he walks through the bathroom door, his shirt already halfway over his head, as his eyes travel the length of my naked body and leave a trail of blazing heat in their wake. I never knew that was possible until my men made me feel that way. The way that Trick looks at me makes me feel sexy and powerful, and I fucking love it.

I greedily watch Trick undress, admiring the hard lines of his chest and grinning when his already hard cock springs free of his boxers. I know that I was exhausted, but right now, my mind and body have other ideas, and that has got a lot to do with fucking Trick until we are both screaming in pleasure.

“If you keep looking at me like that, then we won’t just be showering,” Trick says, heat in his voice as he steps in front of me, his hands gently caressing my waist.

I smirk, “Who said I only wanted to shower?”

“God, I love you,” Trick mutters as he pulls me closer.

I burst out laughing, “Because I want sex right now?”

He kisses my neck, “No, because you are fucking perfect. Kiss me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, my words coming out more of a moan than a reply.

He lifts me as I kiss him, my tongue stroking against his, as my legs wrap around his waist. My hands weave into his hair as he grips my ass, and he takes a step forward; I hiss as my back hits the cold tile of the shower, but he nips my lip making me moan, and returns the favor. I am soaked for him, my pussy clenching as the friction of our bodies presses against my clit. With an ease that turns me on even more, he lifts me, lining his dick up at my entrance and then plunging inside in one smooth stroke, I rip my lips from his as I cry out in pleasure, and he buries his head in my neck as he groans, his hands clenching on my ass.

My pussy clenches, and he nips my neck soothing the sting with his tongue; he kisses up my neck until he can whisper in my ear.

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