Page 45 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

ChapterTwenty-Three

Ramsey

Trudging back into Ruby’s house later that night, we are all tired and glad this day is over.

“Is she back?” I ask David, seeing as how the house is in darkness and there’s no sign of her.

David nods. “According to her phone, yes.”

“She must’ve been exhausted,” I mutter and make my way down the hallway to see her lying face first on the bed, still clothed. I smile affectionately at her, snoring gently. At least she is getting some much-needed rest. I hate to disturb her, but she will be more comfortable undressed and with her boots off. I approach her quietly and reach out to turn her over. She mumbles in her sleep, and I shush her, telling her it’s only me. I carefully remove her knives from the tops of her boots and then unzip them, removing them slowly. She grumbles but I ignore her and carry on. I unzip the leather pants and pull them off, before I start to work on the buttoned-up blazer. Soon she is just in her sexy black G-string and strappy black vest top. I fling back the covers of the bed and then lift her gently to place her under the covers, tucking her in. She curls up on her side, her hair all mussed. She is an angel.

A vengeful one.

What she did to Vinnie was well and truly deserved. Although he definitely earned more punishment, Ruby only had the women that needed saving on her mind. It was satisfying to see her get her revenge, as well as set that bastard on fire. I hope she finds some peace in it over her own trauma.

Glancing back over my shoulder, I shrug and kick my shoes off. Stripping off, I climb into bed with her. This is allowed. I’m her boyfriend. Declan is her Daddy, Layton is her Master, David is her best friend and Cillian…well, not too sure what he is yet, but she used the word boyfriend for me, so I’m taking advantage of that and everyone else be damned. I’m not sure what is going on with that Adam guy, but he isn’t here, so I’m assuming we’ve seen the last of him for a bit. With a wicked smile, I spoon her, gathering her close. She murmurs in her sleep and turns into me, resting her head over my heart. I feel like I’ve won the lottery. I close my eyes and kiss the top of her head, twisting my fingers into her hair. I doubt sleep will come anytime soon for me, but I need to be close to her, keeping her warm and safe. No doubt the other men will be in soon complaining about wanting a turn, but tough. This is my time.

I settle down and soon find myself drifting off on the wave of slumber that suddenly crashes over me.

Startled, I wake up with a jolt, to see that it is another dreary morning in Manchester, and Ruby is peering at me with an amused expression on her face.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hey,” I reply hoarsely, feeling like a dead weight. I cannot believe I slept for as long as I did. Nine hours, easily, maybe more. It has not done me any favors though. I feel groggy and disoriented. “Where’s everyone else?”

She shrugs. “Beats me. Were they here when you went to sleep?”

I shake my head and sit up, coming to because this doesn’t make sense. Why didn’t they come in demanding time with her?

Blinking rapidly, I climb out of bed. “Stay here.”

She leans back and gives me a wolf whistle. “You going out there nakey?”

“I’m not shy.” I waggle my eyebrows at her comically.

“Nope, well, I suppose you could use your truncheon to bludgeon an intruder to death.”

She snorts loudly, relaxed and happy and the most at peace I’ve seen her in a while.

I snicker and rotate my hips, my semi hard morning dick swinging around making her laugh even more. She squeals with delight when I grab it and start wanking.

“Need it hard if I’m going to use it to beat someone to death,” I chuckle.

“Fucking hell!” she roars with mirth. “You are killing me over here. Now fuck it if there’s intruders, I want some of that truncheon over here.”

“As much as I’d like to take you up on that, I think firstly we need to see where the other men are, and secondly, feed you.”

“Spoilsport,” she grumbles and climbs out of bed to head into the bathroom.

Smiling, I open the bedroom door and march down the hallway, finding all the men in the sitting room, mostly awake. David is the only one fast asleep.

“Where the fuck were you all?” I ask.

“We left her to sleep with you,” Declan says, taking a sip of his hot coffee. “We didn’t want to disturb her.”

That takes me aback slightly. “Oh, okay. Well, she needs food and coffee.”

“Coffee, we can do. You are the food guy,” David mumbles, waking up from his place on the armchair, his legs over the side of the arm.

I nod swiftly and head into the kitchen, grabbing an apron off the hook by the fridge and covering my front half. The guys don’t like the look of my arse, it’s tough. I’m not getting dressed until I’ve shagged my woman hard and fast, soft and slow and every which way in between.

I open the fridge and set to work on making a breakfast fit for a queen, with what little she has in, a feeling of happiness draping itself over me. I embrace it because who knows how long it will last. There are still miles to go until Ruby is happy with her work situation and it’s going to be every bit as savage and brutal as yesterday. But at least she can do it with a full stomach, a tender pussy, and a smile on her face.

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