Page 81 of Collect the Pieces

While Margot keeps the room illuminated with her phone, I hop off the chair, set the bulb on the dresser, and return the chair to the desk. She sweeps the light across the space again, pausing on the statue.

“You realize he might actually destroy it when he finds it, right?” I feel compelled to make sure she’s thought this through in case the creepy statue actually has some sentimental value to her. “It’s not like a priceless piece of art or family heirloom, is it?”

That wicked, scheming smile spreads across her face again, lighting something warm and dangerous inside me. “It’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

Her grin doesn’t fade as we slip back to the room we’re crashing in for the night. “You’re sure this is okay?” she asks. “You’re not going to get into trouble with your club because of me, right?”

I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life—Margot Cedarwood is exactly my kind of chaos.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Jigsaw

Hours later,I’m dangling in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness.

Faint music and chatter drift upstairs from the hardcore partygoers. Lots of times that had been me, but I’m way too content holding Margot in my arms to worry about my brothers’ antics or what I’m missing out there.

“Mmm.” Margot sighs in her sleep and wiggles, settling herself into the pillows and pushing her ass against me.

I have everything I need right here.

My arm’s carelessly slung over her, my hand resting on her stomach. Her movements pull me away from sleep. I slide my hand lower, dipping under the waistband of her shorts to stroke her skin. So soft all over.

The next time I hover close to awake, the barest hint of dusky sunlight’s peeking around the curtains. Pain in my wrist draws my attention to my hand wedged between Margot’s thighs. Even in sleep I can’t get enough of her. Her wetness coats my fingers and I slide them up, slowly working them around her clit.

“Mmm.” She sighs and her hips twitch.

Can I make her come in her sleep?

Intent on finding out, I rub harder.

She moans louder. Her eyelids flutter and her lips part but I’m pretty sure she’s still asleep.

Bam!

“Ahhh! What the fuck!?” someone screams across the hallway. “Holy shit! Holy shit!”

More heavy thuds and banging.

More screaming. “Get it away! Get it away!”

Margot startles awake and lifts her head. “I guess he found it.”

I bury my face in her hair and laugh. “You’re brilliant.” My lips find their way to her neck and suck. “Beautiful and diabolical. So fucking perfect,” I whisper against her skin, inhaling the subtle peppermint scent from the soap we’d used in the shower before bed. My dick perks up.

“Mmm,” she moans and turns toward me. “I was having the best dream. What were you doing?” She squeezes her legs together, trapping my hand between her thighs.

“Trying to make you come in your sleep.” I scrape my teeth lightly against her neck. “Is that okay?”

“God, yes,” she breathes. “I think I was close.”

I pull my hand out of her pants and drag it up under her shirt to cup her breast. She arches her back, pushing her gorgeous full breast into my hand. I flick my thumb against her hard nipple, painfully aware of the fabric in my way.

“I need this off.” I tug at the hem. She sits up and I help her strip off the shirt, then I yank her shorts down. “That’s my girl. Nice and naked. No more clothes on your body when we’re here.”

She shivers and stretches against me. “Okay.”

Fuck, I don’t have enough hands or tongues to touch everywhere I want to touch.

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