Page 81 of Pack Obsession

“Right, because bleeding all over my car was a better option. The stop at the secondary safehouse was necessary.”

“It’s just a flesh wound.” But the tightness around his eyes tells a different story.

I snort. “At least the blade missed anything vital.” My fingers flex, remembering the careful work of stitching him up. “I’ll need to check those daily. Watch for infection.”

“Yes, doc.” His attempt at sarcasm is undermined by how carefully he opens the car door. “Didn’t know you cared so much.”

“I don’t,” I say sarcastically, then chuckle. Logan’s taken hits before, and he always bounces back. “Next time, try ducking.”

I’m out of the driver’s seat first, scanning the garage out of habit.

Logan pushes himself up slowly, one hand pressed against his side. “Think they made it back, okay?”

“Considering that’s definitely a stolen bike, I’d say yes.” I move around the car, past the black Ducati, ready to help if he needs it, though I know better than to offer. “Axel’s probably been playing house while we did the actual work.”

“Can you blame him?” A ghost of a smile crosses Logan’s face. “After everything...”

He doesn’t finish the thought. Doesn’t need to. We both know what Casey’s been through, what Julian put her through, and what it means that she’s finally safe.

A distinctly feminine cry echoes through the walls. We both freeze, then move toward the door in perfect sync, muscles tensed despite knowing exactly what kind of cry that was.

“Ten bucks says that’s not a scream of panic,” Logan mutters, but his hand still goes to his gun.

Another cry, closer this time. Logan straightens despite the pain, and I see the soldier in him emerge, the man who’s survived countless missions.

“Come on,” I say, heading for the door. “Let’s make sure they’re safe.”

We protect what’s ours. And somehow, Casey’s become exactly that. Ours to protect. Ours to cherish.

Water droplets trail across the hardwood floors like breadcrumbs, leading us past the living room, where the leather couch bears suspicious wet patches. The kitchen counter’s gotten the same treatment—several whiskey tumblers pushed aside to clear space.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, following the evidence of their path. “Doesn’t look like a fight to me but them going at it. They christened half the damn house.” A noise comes from upstairs, what sounds suspiciously like something—or someone—hitting a wall. “Should we...”

Logan snorts. “Like you wouldn’t have done the same.”

The sounds growing louder confirm our suspicions, drawing us upstairs. Her voice winds through me, stirring memories of how she felt and tasted. My hands flex with the need to touch her again.

I head toward the master bedroom door, but I can’t be too careless. The door swings open, and her essence fills the room—that mix of honey and rain that’s uniquely Casey. Then I inhale her sex, the strength of her slick, which calls to me. My balls tighten up, my cock throbbing.

“Holy shit,” Logan breathes behind me as we both stroll inside.

The California king bed looks like a war zone—sheets twisted and damp, pillows everywhere. And in the middle of it all is Casey, sprawled on her back, her white-blonde hair a wild tangle. Axel lies on his side next to her, his fingers inside her pussy, his mouth latched around a nipple. She startles at our entrance, cranking up her head, while Axel releases her breast, staring at us, still fingering her like a bastard. He’s teasing us,seeing we are in full view. Then he breaks into a smile that could power the whole fucking coast.

“You’re back!” She wriggles, pushing his hand from between her thighs before closing those beautiful legs I want wrapped around my neck. Her cheeks are blushing at being caught, but I’m enjoying every damn moment. Every glimpse of her nudity.

Her joy morphs instantly to concern as she spots Logan’s injury. She scrambles up, gloriously unselfconscious in her nudity. “You’re hurt!” She rushes to him, and we are all frozen, staring at her breasts bouncing, that perfect crease of her pussy calling to my tongue.

“Just a scratch,” Logan starts, but she’s already reaching for him, fingers ghosting over the bandages. Her body trembles, worry etched on her gorgeous face.

Axel rises from the bed, all coiled strength and smug satisfaction, his fucking cock hard. Shit, I don’t want to see that.

“Mission accomplished?”

“Completed,” I confirm, watching Casey’s reaction.

“Took your sweet time getting back here,” Axel drawls, wrapping an arm around Casey’s waist. She arches into his touch, a small whimper escaping her. Her breaths rising and falling draw my attention to her tight pink nipples and the way every movement has her tits jiggling.

“Unlike some people, we had actual cleanup to handle,” I shot back. “Though looks like you handled the hard part.”

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