Page 46 of Married into the Mob
It was both of those things. I was more uncomfortable surrounded by shadows than scared, but I was concerned our common enemy would track us down.
“A locked door wouldn’t stop him.”
Now his face showed emotion—his features were pinched, and there was a sharp intake of breath from him. “Not that’s he’s going to. We’ll get to him before he has a hint of where we are.”
“Nice save but not good enough. Now I’ll never close my eyes.”
“Would it help if I slept in the bedroom too?”
My initial reaction was negative. Having my husband sleep beside me, I’d lie unmoving and stiff in case I brushed against him. But there was something in my belly, a tingling that suggested it’d be okay, until Hunter clarified with, “On the floor.”
I opened my mouth to refuse, but why when his presence might help me get some sleep?
“Sure, but sleeping on the floor will be uncomfortable.” Sitting on the wooden floorboards was one thing, but sleeping? Nah.
“I can shift. My beast doesn’t mind a hard surface.”
“Okay.” I scrambled into bed and pulled the quilt up to my chin. But Hunter would be getting naked before he shifted, so I yanked the covers over my head. A rustle followed by a shuffling and I assumed he was done. Flipping the quilt off, I was confronted with a very naked alpha.
How many times had I caught more than a glimpse of his dick? I added them up. This must be three. How ridiculous that I’d almost been killed and I was concentrating on mundane details such as Hunter’s length. And what a length it was.
“Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. Shifters aren’t as embarrassed by nudity as humans are.”
I stayed silent, because if I poo-pooed that suggestion, he might say, “Show me yours then!”
He wouldn’t, though. That much I’d learned about him. In another life… Nope, I couldn’t go there, wouldn’t imagine afuture where the teacher dated the handsome mobster. But he was looking out for me.
I’d kicked and screamed and protested at his actions, but Hunter had explained that his shifter instinct swamped all other emotions. But he must be holding back because other than hand-holding, hugs, and brushing against one another, his mating impulses weren’t obvious.
My insides were a little melty at how difficult it must be repressing those emotions.
“Where do we look for Draven?” I had to get my mind off my slippery hole and his enormous cock.
“Thought you were going to sleep.”
“Can’t. Thought you were shifting.” I wanted to see more of his wolf, but I couldn’t chat to him.
“Didn’t.”
So he was still naked. More slick gushed into my PJs. Hunter said shifters had heightened senses. What if he picked up on the slick? I weighed taking another shower as opposed to staying put and decided not to move. Did I want him to scent my arousal? I refused to answer that.
“Stefan.”
“What?” That guy intruded on an image of Hunter’s dick, and that couldn’t happen.
“You said where did we start? But as he had to have been the one who alerted Draven to our plans, we could be walking into a trap if we go looking for him.”
Another one, if this morning at City Hall was the first.
“And if it wasn’t him, we could be putting him in more danger.”
Perhaps he’d already done that by bringing the guy to the bunker. Hunter and I must have been thinking the same because he muttered that he hoped Draven hadn’t hurt Stefan if the guy was innocent.
So many threads needing connecting, and some, or one in particular, needed severing.
“But we can’t go charging in alone and confront Draven.” He was silent for a minute. “We need to find out how Stefan is involved. If we make him talk, we’ll get what we need.”
