Page 19 of Bliss & Her Idols

On the other hand, my hands are clenched at my side, and my pupils are dilated.

My pussy is wet with slick.

I struggle not to whimper.

My brothers know me better than anyone in the world.

Chase understands just how much I’d love to be the predator to my shy prey, especially if Cricket has been waiting for me to make the first move for as long as I’ve known him.

If I could bring my prey back to my nest, then I’d ravish him and spend my life treasuring and spoiling him.

He’s the first man I’ve felt that about. I don’t understand it.

Yet will I lose him as a friend, if I pursue him?

“You’re wrong,” I whisper, not turning my head so that Chase can’t read the lie in my eyes.

He hears it in my voice anyway.

“You want him; he wants you. Seems simple to me. You just need to go get him. It’s your birthday, why not treat yourself?” Chase flashes a devilish grin. “Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”

“So, nothing then.” Piper winks.

“Have fun with your man,” Chase says with a certainty that makes my stomach clench.

I swing open the door and run up the narrow stairs, trying to block out thoughts of Cricket wrapped safely in my nest.

Right now, Cricket has contacted me hours earlier than usual. It’s a red flag.

Panic rushes through me.

I speed up, taking the stairs two at a time

Fuck, while I’ve been celebrating my birthday, has my mission been falling apart behind the scenes?

Has Cricket’s hacker activities been found out, putting him at threat by the authorities?

Has Cricket found out something alarming about Jin?

Or is my sweet Cricket the one in danger?

CHAPTER THREE

Bliss’ Bedroom, Haven

“Shit, shit, be okay.” I slam into my bedroom, banging shut the door behind me.

I wince, when the sound echoes around my tiny room with its high oak beams and floorboards.

My breathing is ragged. Panic swirls through me. I clutch my phone in white knuckles.

Why has Cricket broken our ritual pattern of talking online at midnight?

Is there an emergency? Is he in danger?

Have I put him there?

I scoot over the threadbare rug, dodging chocolate wrappers and dirty wine glasses.

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