Page 35 of Echoes of Fear

“Yeah, baby boy,” he nods, his face completely torn. “I need my anchor again.”

Making a decision, I walk into his open arms and let him manhandle me into whatever position he wants.

“Start from the beginning,” Taylor says several minutes later. He spent time inhaling the top of my head before he was able to calm down.

“While sitting on your lap?” I ask, fully aware of the rest of the men in the room.

“Actually, let’s wait fifteen minutes,” Reynolds says. “The Obsidian’s are on their way.”

“I should probably get dressed,” I mutter, only just noticing that I’m wearing boxer shorts and a shirt. “Never mind. They see me wearing my onesie pajamas all the time. They might actually be concerned that I’m dressed in normal sleep attire for a change.”

I giggle at my own joke, which causes the man beneath me to vibrate with his own laughter.

“I wonder if you look cute in your onesie jammies?” Taylor asks.

“That’s a silly thing to wonder,” I tell him. “Course I do.”

“Course he does,” Parker laughs.

“I has about ten of them,” I say cheekily. “My favs are the superheroes.”

“I’ll have to remember that, little one,” he says against the top of my head.

I smile and cuddle closer to the man’s chest.

I like being an anchor.

***Taylor***

Knox’s sweet little voice has gone soft. His Little is peeking his head out to play, and I couldn’t be more happy.

I fuckin’ hate that I’m about to shove him right back in as soon as his family gets here. It appears that little Knox hasn’t been completely forthcoming about the conversations he’s had with my sister.

Fuckin’ undercover with sex traffickers and pedophiles. I’m locking that crazy woman up when she gets back home.

“Knoxy, do you think you could loan me a pair of your jammies?” Reynolds asks.

“No way,” Knox laughs. “You’re way too big. It won’t zip over your whole body.”

“Well, then we’re just going to have to go shopping at a store that sells some for big men like me and your Papa. What do you say?”

I glare at my best friend. What the fuck is he doing? He’s going to scare the boy away before I have a chance to talk to him.

“Course,” Knox answers. “Then we can play superheroes together.”

“Well, you and I would be the heroes,” Reynolds says. “Your Papa is definitely the villain who goes around destroying city after city. Think we can find him a Godzilla onesie?”

“Course,” Knox laughs.

Shaking my head, I ignore how my insides feel at the reaction between the two. Then, I extra ignore the knowing looks of the rest of the men in my house.

Fuckers. Every last one of them.

Reynolds and I have been friends for years. I’m sure he knows my internal emotional roller coaster. He just doesn’t seem to fuckin’ care.

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to go back outside, Knoxy?” Reynolds asks.

I was prepared for Knox to stiffen in my arms, but he didn’t.

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