Page 32 of Loyalty (The Salvation Society)

I stop my movements and use my fingers to lift her chin. Our eyes connect and I get lost in the blue calm staring back. “You shine, too, angel. Not only with your job, which you are kickass at, but with us. It’s like we didn’t realize we needed you until you were here. Look what you did for Remi tonight. You knew it was Olivia causing him pain, and somehow you still managed to have him singing and laughing. You let Lane go get everyone coffee, even though I know you hate how sweet he makes yours. You know how he likes to feel needed. And Everett, you laugh at his jokes even when you don’t think they’re funny. You see what everyon

e needs and you’re willing without a thought for yourself, to give it to them,” I say.

She bites on her plump bottom lip and I pull it out with my thumb. “I do what a friend would do. I help when I know I can.” She looks down and shifts her body slightly. “But what about you?”

My brows dip and I force her to look at me. “What about me?”

Her eyes bounce between mine and I can see the question in them.

Just ask me, angel.

“What do I do for you?” she asks, closing her eyes.

“Hey, don’t hide,” I say. She looks back up at me and I run my thumb along her wet bottom lip. “Don’t lose your confidence with me.” She shivers from my touch and I feel myself getting hard. I clear my throat and decide she deserves the truth. “You bring me peace.”

She tilts her head, moving her hands to rest on my chest. Something I’ve noticed she really likes to do. “Peace?”

“You calm my racing thoughts, my angry demons, my soul. You just need to walk into the room, and I find myself relaxing. No one has ever done that for me before,” I say, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

Her eyes are shining with tears as her tongue pokes out to wet her lips. She looks from my eyes to my mouth, begging me to kiss her. It’s fucking killing me because I want it more than I want my next breath. But I don’t do it, instead I pussy out and kiss her cheek. She moans in disappointment and it feels like a knife in my chest.

I push her up and flip us so I’m now on top of her, staring down at her heated eyes. I pin her hands above her head, and I kiss her neck, sucking lightly on the soft skin. She moves beneath me and I groan. My dick is so hard it’s painful and I know she can feel what she’s doing to me. I kiss and suck a path up to her ear and bite gently on it.

“Not yet, angel.” She buries her face in my neck and I sigh.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she nods. “I should go to sleep.”

“You don’t have to, not yet,” I say, needing her a little longer.

I’m a selfish prick, I know I am. I should let her go. Let her run away from me, but I can’t. I need her in order to keep my peace.

“Alright, a little longer,” she whispers, running her fingers through my hair.

“Let’s go! We need to be inside in fifteen minutes,” Lorelei yells.

I walk out from the back and grin. “Relax, we’re coming.”

She paces as she looks back down at her clipboard. She doesn’t even realize how damn sexy she is right now. Her hair has those wild curls in it, her makeup is dark and daring, and that white flowy dress she has on, hanging off one shoulder. Her focus is on her job and nothing else. It’s hot.

“You ready to watch us rock out, boss lady?” Lane asks, tossing his arm over her shoulder.

She laughs as she looks up from her clipboard. “Hell yes, but fuck can we go before you’re late and I have to hear about it,” she says. We start to laugh, and she shakes her head. “VIP meet and greet after the show!”

We begin to climb out of the bus, and I toss my arm around her shoulder. “You look amazing and stop worrying, we know what we need to do,” I say, bumping her shoulder.

She smiles up at me and I’ve found my peace. “You look great and I’m excited to watch you up on stage tonight.”

Once inside the venue, things are crazy. Lorelei goes one way, and we go the other. We won’t see her again until after the show. We get ushered in a small room to wait until the opening act is done on stage.

“There are waters and snacks if you would like. Also, there are some excited females waiting to come back before you go on,” the guy says, laughing.

“No, we’re good,” I say, closing the door in his face.

“What the fuck, man?” Everett yells. “I could use some good luck tits in my face.”

I shake my head as I uncap a water. “You don’t need luck.” They are all quiet for a minute and I turn around.

“Look, we don’t give a shit, but you gotta be honest with us,” Remi says.

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