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He starts slow but the second I open my mouth to him, he presses his tongue inside, turning ravenous. I’ve kissed him before, when we were thirteen, and I thought that had been the most amazing kiss in the world at the time. But this? This is next level.
I start to grind myself against him as I get lost in the kiss. His free hand pulls me closer, and I moan against him.
When someone clears their throat, we finally pull back, resting our foreheads together as we try to catch our breath.
“I hope you know there’s no turning back now. You’re mine now, Darla.”
“Ours,” Weston grumbles from our side. My head whips in his direction, forgetting we weren't alone in here.
Crap shells.
I hope Reece understands that I can’t give the others up to be with him. I need all of them, even if that does make me sound greedy.
I turn my worried eyes to Reece, wondering how I was supposed to ask if he was okay with this. “Ours,” he agrees, nodding his head at Weston.
Letting out a breath of relief, I wrap my arms around his neck and relax against him while he holds me in a tight hug.
I can’t believe how lucky I am to not just have him in my life, but four men who I love, and who treat me like I’m the most important thing in the world.
If only we could put an end to the assassination attempts, living on the mainland might not be so bad after all.
“Kingsley?” Reece asks, while holding me firmly.
“Yeah?”
“Fire Lisa.”
Chapter twenty-four
Darla
Aloud crack of thunder splits the air, jolting me upright. My eyes fly open, searching the space around me as my brain scrambles to remember where I am.
Seeing the dark gray walls and black bedding, I know I'm in Reece’s room. It’s the first time I’ve slept beside him, and I wish I could remember coming in here. I remember going to their office, speaking to the press, someone trying to shoot at us, and then… I kissed Reece.
My mind halts on that memory, replaying it in my head until the window flashes from lightning, followed by a boom of thunder.
Crab sucker!
Fear coils in my belly as my mind tries to overwrite the good memory with another… one from a long time ago that still terrifies me to this day.
With shaking hands, I push the blanket down to my knees and run my hands over the bedding and my body.
“No blood,” I whisper when my hands come up clean. Another boom of thunder cracks in the air as the storm grows closer and I squeeze my eyes shut on instinct. Immediately, I’m assaulted with memoriesof my hands, covered in blood so I open my eyes again and scan my surroundings for a distraction.
The wall across from me is covered in photos from my childhood, and I try to recall some of those memories, but my eyes snag on an image of me at thirteen and I realize that was what I looked like when it all happened. That poor young girl had no idea what was going to happen to her.
A soft snore has me turning to see Reece fast asleep beside me. Have I really never slept beside him before? How did I even end up here? After we got home and had dinner, we watched a movie downstairs. I must have fallen asleep. I check my other side and find Kingsley sleeping there.
“You’re not alone,” I mumble to myself as the rain starts to hit the window, making me tremble with unease. “You’re safe. Nothing can get you here.”
The rain gets louder, and a loud bolt of thunder sounds above us, lasting so long I wonder if it will ever end. “I amnota child. I amnotafraid of storms,” I whisper, pulling my knees up and rocking back and forth, hoping the movement will calm me.
Wait—Where’s Steve?
I glance over at the nightstand but don't see him. He’s probably in Bower’s room, where I left him last night.Should I go get him?
But the thought of getting out of this bed and walking through the dark house terrifies me right now.
