Page 32 of Broken Promises

I bent down to grab them, ignoring everyone who was gossiping as we headed towards the hole in the fence, and I held it open as best as I could so he could slip through without putting Raven down.

I unlocked the Supra, watching as Zavier opened the passenger door and put Raven back on her feet. Supra’s weren’t exactly spacey, but he didn’t seem to give a shit when he climbed in and forced her to sit on his lap, shutting them both inside.

I chuckled quietly as I moved to the driver’s side and climbed in, trying to make her bags fit on her lap. She swung an arm out to whack me, and Zavier wrestled to get his arms around her like a band.

“Stop it,” he said way too calmly, his mouth pressing against her neck and halting her attack on us. She wanted to fight him, I could tell, but her body’s instant reaction to his soft touch almost made me jealous of how easy she’d calmed.

He’d always been good with her though.

My dick hardened without permission as she inhaled sharply, her voice tight. “Zavier.”

“Stop fighting me,” he answered, relaxing his hold on her when she didn’t make a move to escape, and I almost felt like I was intruding on something private when he kept placing soft kisses below her ear.

What the hell had happened since I’d left? Had they gotten together then broken up?

Had he been the one to knock her up?

Now that Raven was unlikely to kill us, I started the car and headed towards home, glancing at them every so often. They didn’t talk, he just held her and she relaxed into him.

Something had definitely happened between them.

They didn’t move when I parked in the garage, so I mumbled that I’d give them some privacy as I grabbed her bags and climbed out, heading into the house ahead of them.

Hopefully, Zavier could convince her not to go back to that house.

Raven

I watched Ander walk inside through the garage’s internal access, almost wishing he’d come back. Zavier’s lips were putting terrible images into my head, and Ander being there had stopped me acting on them.

“I hate that you’re shutting me out,” Zavier murmured, nuzzling into my neck. “I miss you, and it’s fucking killing me, Rae.”

“I don’t even know why I’m so mad at you. It’s Ander’s fucking fault,” I said quietly, tilting my head to try and look at him. The car was way too cramped for this.

“You can be mad at me, it’s still sort of my fault, just don’t shut me out. Let me stay here with you. I don’t completely trust Ander’s motives for keeping you here.”

“You didn’t see him the other night, Zav,” I whispered, my skin crawling at the memory. “He was so fucking angry at them for touching me. One second they were stripping me, and the next, they were just dead. He wouldn’t have saved me like that unless he wanted me safe.”

“I wish you’d called me,” he replied, burying his face in my neck to hold me a little tighter. “But I’m glad you at least had Ander.”

“I wish I’d called you too,” I sighed as he opened the door so I could climb out. I waited as he did the same, and then he was pulling me against him to drop a kiss on my forehead.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, his body tense for a moment before he kissed me back enthusiastically, turning me to push me back against the car.

Something inside me clicked into place, and I slid my hand higher into his hair to keep him close. The more I touched him, the more the tension left me.

“We need to stop before I fuck this up,” he said against my lips, his hands going to my waist as he stroked his thumbs back and forth.

“You can’t. I want you to touch me.”

“I want to bend you over the fucking car and rail you until you can’t walk,” he answered dryly, moving back to cup my cheek affectionately. “Let’s go inside so we can talk things over with Ander. He knows more about these people than us, so if he has a plan, I want to know about it.”

I almost told him to bend me over, but I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. We needed to put everything on the table first, and as much as it sounded fun, I wasn’t sure my body would handle rough sex just yet. The bruises were fading, but they were still there.

I’d only just stopped bleeding too.

He steered me into the house, and Ander glanced up from the couch with a smirk. “Kissed and made up?”

“Bite me,” I grumbled, flipping him off when he clacked his teeth at me.

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