Page 63 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
“Good, because I do.” I winked and took her hand, leading her down the hall toward my bedroom. I pushed the door open, letting her enter first.
“Towels are in the same cabinet I showed you last time.”
I moved to my dresser, pulling a drawer open and grabbing one of my T-shirts before handing it to her.
“You can wear this.”
She took it, holding the fabric between her fingers for a second before glancing up at me and nodding. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her forehead. “Go get comfortable.”
She smiled and nodded. I made sure to give her the energy she needed to be at ease. Baylyn didn’t need to be stressing about my shit. I dropped one last kiss on her before she headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The second I heard the shower turn on, I pulled my phone out and hit my brothers up.
Yair was first call. “Yo.”
“Kades with you?” I asked.
“Yeah, hold up.” There was a muffled sound before Kades’s voice came through. “What’s up?”
I glanced at my bedroom door and kept my voice low. “Trent’s been watching Baylyn.”
“What the fuck?” Yair muttered.
Kades’ tone was more agitated. “Explain.”
I gave them a quick rundown of the drinks, the guy at the lounge, the black roses.
“He’s fucking with her and I missed it.”
“That’s bullshit, Mir.” Yair’s voice was now tight with irritation. “You don’t miss shit like this.”
“Apparently, I fucking did.”
Been too busy worrying about her pussy instead of her safety…
“Don’t let that shit get to you, Mir. This shit is new.”
Having to worry about someone other than my brothers…
Kades spoke again. “What do you need from us?”
“Just some information for now. Yair, I need you to check into an account. I want every detail. Who it belongs to, where it’s been tracking from. Everything.”
“I got you. Send it over.”
I texted the profile link, making sure the message sent, then ended the call with my brothers, promising we would figure this shit out. We would but it annoyed the fuck out of me that it was happening. But for now, Baylyn was here and safe. That was what mattered. By the time she stepped out of the shower, the scent of my body wash all over her skin and I loved that shit. I was sitting on the couch with a glass in my hand and she padded into the room with my black T-shirt swallowing her frame.
My eyes followed her path to me and my dick immediately thickened. She looked too damn good but more than anything, in my shirt and in my house she looked like she was mine.
Baylyn hesitated for a second before sliding onto the couch beside me, curling her legs underneath herself. I set my glass down and draped an arm over the back of the couch, lettingher lean into me. She shifted until her head rested against my shoulder.
“You good?”
Her voice was soft as hell. “Yeah, like this I’m perfect.”
I moved a hand over her thigh, squeezing lightly. “You know you’re good with me, right?”
“I know.”
But I could still feel the tension. I nudged her chin so she’d look at me. “Say it.”
