Page 195 of Tangled in Knots

“Don’t blame me,” I tell him, grinning.

“Ooh, you have voices in your head, but it’s Demon,” Kane teases me. “Share with the class, little rabbit.”

“You know already,” I say, heat high in my cheeks. I don’t know if I need to tell Morris and Jed, but the curiosity in their gazes helps me decide to. “Damon and I had sex in the library.”

“You did not,” Morris gasps. “You’re such a good girl, though. Where in the library?”

“She can still be a good girl, and bounce on my cock in the stacks,” Damon says drolly.

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” Jed says, though his lips are pressed together to hide his smile. His dark, almost black eyes, glitter, so like Kane and his father’s eyes. “Alright, fuck it, I have questions. Most importantly, did he make you come?”

“Jed,” Damon groans.

“Ah, yes. Do you need the number of times?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. I’m feeling a little bratty. It must have been all the orgasms.

Damon huffs out a laugh at my thoughts, kissing me hard.

“Three times!” Kane crows. “There’s nothing wrong with a little public sex. Damn, it’s been awhile since you’ve participated though.”

Morris rolls his eyes, moving over to kiss Jed hard. His arms move around him, and I watch as Morris devours his mouth. It’s hot, filthy, and a really fucking good kiss.

“No more pussyfooting around,” Morris growls. “The pity party is over. We move forward, not back.”

“Does this mean no more thoughts of leaving us?” Jed asks, his lips puffy from the kiss. “I won’t have to take your gun at night, because I’m scared you’re going to eat the fucking barrel?”

I knew this, knew he was struggling, it’s been staring me in the face. Yet, watching Jed glare at him is a new, stark reminder of it.

“We move forward as a pack,” Kane repeats, moving to cup the back of Morris’ head. “No more talk about not being needed.”

“You’re mine, so you can’t leave,” I say, stepping away from Damon. It feels odd to have their eyes on me without the tether of Damon’s arms, but I’ll live. “I’ve decided you’re all mine. What happened, happened. It wasn’t because I did something or you felt you needed to give me up. None of you fucking knew me.”

“It wasn’t personal,” Damon rasps. “God, it felt really fucking personal, though, baby.”

“I know, but that’s because we’re scent matched,” I remind him. “Jed’s end goal was keeping you all safe. It sounds like he’s been in charge of that for a really long time.”

“Yeah, I have been,” Jed grunts.

“And Morris you follow what’s needed to keep everyone safe,” I say, taking his tight nod as an agreement. “Rock is the person who is to blame for all of this. Staying divided just lets him win.”

“What are you saying?” Morris asks. “I had you bite me so you could have peace of mind. I didn’t actually think it would mean you’d want to keep me.”

“I’m saying you’re wrong,” I murmur, coming within grabbing distance until I’m between the two older brothers and Morris. “I was always going to keep you, I think, I just didn’t know it then. You’re needed here. Don’t go.”

The sound of Damon chuckling as they kiss me, along with a three way kiss with Morris and Jed, solidifies the decision before Damon reminds us of my haircut. Fuck, do I really still need that?

“Ugh, yes, I need my hair cut,” I grumble. “I need something that doesn’t scream young and dumb.”

“You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met,” Damon says, swatting my ass, while I squeal.

“Book smart is very different,” I mutter as we walk out the door into the world.

I just need a change, one that I’m choosing instead of it choosing me.

CHAPTER 40

ADIRA

“Are you sure you can’t have at least a bodyguard?” Jed sighs, his gaze trailing over me.

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