Page 56 of Inked Craving

I shook my head. “The prices aren’t as bad as they are in downtown Denver. We’re fine.”

“True, although it feels weird to be out here without Emery. You know?”

“I know.” I squeezed her hand. “And, not to ruin the moment before we head to our next place, but I need to tell you something.”

Her eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”

I swallowed hard. “I may have a stalker.”

She froze. “Excuse me?”

I quickly explained about the notes and the flowers and the chocolates, and her eyes narrowed with each additional thing.

“You called the cops? And my brothers know? And you didn’t tell me?”

“Every time I was ready to, something happened or came up. And I couldn’t put that burden on you. Nothing has happened since the roses. I just... I didn’t want to have that between us. Or between you and your brothers. I swear I didn’t mean to keep secrets from you. It just happened.”

“Lee. Are you okay? Are you safe? Is Emery safe?”

“You have a security system. So do I. So does every single one of your family members. Anyone that will ever have Emery has a security system. And all of the guys plan to tell their spouses tonight about it. Benjamin is making sure.”

She met my gaze, worry filling them, and then sighed. “Well, I’m glad. But, hell. That’s scary. Especially with what happened with Annabelle.”

I nodded, my stomach twisting. “I know. But nothing’s come of it. There’s no evidence that the person’s dangerous or that something’s going to happen, but wearekeeping a lookout. I should have told you. But then the baby, and Colton, and the water main break, and work, and it just…there are no excuses other than I’m sorry. But I’m telling you now.”

Paige bit her lip and nodded tightly. “Okay. So, I know. And I’m just glad you’re okay. But it’s scary.”

We had already paid the check, so I stood, walked around the table, and gripped her hand. I pulled her up and kissed her softly. Somebody clapped gently nearby, and I smiled against her lips. “Let’s get out of here. I just want to hold you.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She grabbed her bag, and we walked hand in hand out of the restaurant. It felt right. Real. But a darkness surrounded us, and the unknown of what could happen was always there. But I couldn’t focus on that. Wouldn’t. Not with Paige in my arms. We would be safe. There was nothing else to do.

“Your place or mine?” I asked, my voice a growl. “Or Annabelle’s.”

“Yours. Let’s go to yours. I don’t get to see your place often.”

“Okay, then. For more dessert? I think I have some cake. Or I can make one.”

“I’m sure Brenna could deliver us a cake in a minute. However, I just want to be with you. Okay?”

I adjusted myself again and drove as quickly as I could without breaking the sound barrier. Paige was laughing as I pulled in, the tires screeching, and then our hands were all over each other. Somehow, we made it out of the car, into the garage, and stumbled into the house. She tugged on my shirt, and I unwrapped her dress. And just like I’d imagined, it fell to the floor, and she stood there in heels, her breasts overflowing her lacy bra, and her panties a bare scrap of lace.

“My boobs are far too big for this bra right now. Just saying.”

I undid the clasp and pulled the cups away, her breasts falling heavy. She moaned, cupping herself. “My nipples are so sensitive.”

“Just tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just be gentle. And maybe no sucking on them. That might be a little too much for me.”

I swallowed hard and ran my thumb over a nipple. It puckered, and she winced.

“Okay, no breast play.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” I lifted her into my arms and cradled her to my chest, carrying her to the bedroom. I sat her in the middle of the bed, and she wrapped her arms around her stomach, blushing.

“I haven’t, well, you know. You’re the last person. And yet, this feels weird.”

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