Page 52 of GAF Factor

“Not particularly, but I’m pretty sure you would.”

I slid my hand over Isla’s breast and gave a firm squeeze. I felt her body vibrate as she chuckled. Her sister and Bowie werekilling my morning. We were going to have to stay at my place from now on just so I didn’t have to wake up and worry about someone walking in on me wrapped around my woman.

My woman.

Fuck, I never thought I would say that, but here I was, holding onto Isla like my life depended on it. I never in a million years would have thought she’d even consider falling for a guy like me. But then she was nearly blown up and a spark of hope lit inside me when she stayed at my place. Despite her feelings for Kavanaugh, I knew she felt something happening between us. But she fought it, and I couldn’t say I blamed her. I didn’t want it to happen either—not after all I went through with Jane.

Which begged the question, what the hell was I going to do now that I had Isla in my life? How was I going to keep her safe when I was so sure I couldn’t do the same for Jane?

“Do you think we should get up?” Isla murmured.

“Not yet.”

“They’re just going to keep arguing.”

“Fuck them,” I muttered, pulling her closer.

I felt her hand glide over my skin, and I thought she was going for my cock, but instead, something insanely sharp dug into my thigh. “Fuck! Alright, fine. I’m up.” I shot upright, tossing off the blanket and getting to my feet as Riley squeaked and turned around.

A tiny ball of fur shot out from under the blankets, zooming across the room. Isla was laughing hysterically, but all I could think about was how close that thing had come to taking out some very important pieces of my anatomy.

“That’s not funny,” I pointed at Isla.

Bowie stalked out of the room, complaining about seeing another man’s junk so early in the morning. That wasn’t my problem. If he didn’t want to see, he shouldn’t have stuck around.

I pulled on a pair of pants and stalked over to Isla, grabbing her—blanket and all— and hoisting her in the air. She squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck as I marched up the stairs with her.

“You don’t have that little monster in there, do you?”

“It’s a kitten, and no, I don’t.”

“Good. Fucking menace.”

She smacked me on the shoulder. “I can walk.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” I muttered. It was way too fucking early, and I didn’t want to deal with anyone else in the house, but Isla happened to like her sister, so I was going to have to live with it. As soon as I was in her room, I gently lowered her to her feet and let the blanket drop to the floor.

“Mmm, now that’s what I’m talking about.”

“You know they’re right downstairs.”

“And?”

“And they’ll know if we’re up here for too long.”

“Of course, they’ll know. We won’t be down there.”

“You know what I mean,” she pressed. “They’ll know what we’re doing.”

“And we know what they were doing last night,” I said, cocking an eyebrow at her. “What’s your point?”

She flushed a little, her fingers tangling with one another. She was getting nervous, but I’d just have to give her time to work that shit out. As I told her last night, she was mine now. I bent and gave her a swift kiss, pulling her closer to me before stepping back and eyeing every inch of her body. Fuck, her curves were magnificent.

“I’ll be downstairs.” She started to pull her hair back, but I shook my head. “Leave it down.”

“What? Why?”

“I like you all wild-looking.”

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