Page 104 of Wild Hearts

I quickly clean up and return to her. I climb under the blankets, pulling her close, her back to my front. She wriggles around until she’s comfortable and I laugh again, willing my body to behave.

“Careful,” I nibble on her shoulder. “I’m not quite sure you’re ready for round two just yet.”

Wren reaches around and gives my arse a playful squeeze. “Maybe I’m insatiable,” she says followed by a yawn.

I snort. “Uh huh, so insatiable.” I nuzzle into her neck. “Get some sleep, Rookie. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Mmm,” she mumbles sleepily. “I love that.”

“I loveyou.”

WAKING UP WITH A NAKEDWren wrapped in my arms is the best fucking feeling. But nothing beats waking up to a naked Wren stroking my morning wood as she peppers sweet kisses across my chest.

“Good morning,” I murmur, dropping my head down to run my tongue around one nipple before sucking the other into my mouth as Wren moans out her own breathy, “morning.” My hand finds its way between her legs, feeling just how wet she is for me already.

I roll onto my back, bringing her with me and capture her lips in a long, languid kiss. Her hand hasn’t stopped stroking me and I grin against her mouth. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

She shakes her head, reaching over to her bedside table to fish out another condom. “We still have an hour until Airlie arrives, and then I won’t be able to touch you like this for a couple of days.”

Her pout is fucking adorable as she kneels in between my thighs and rolls the rubber onto me. Watching her stare at me with unwavering need sends a flutter through my stomach. I was wondering how she would feel when she woke up, but I’ve got my answer.

After disposing the evidence of our morning tryst, I shower and head into the kitchen wearing only my grey sweatpants as I prepare some breakfast while Wren takes her turn in the shower. As much as I wanted to stay in there with her, my stomach was growling in protest. I also knew it wouldn’t be long before Airlie arrives.

I’m nervous about meeting her. She saw firsthand what my selfishness did to Wren, and she had to deal with the aftermath. I’m also worried that she’ll somehow blame me for what happened to Wren. If we hadn’t broken up, I would have been there to take care of her. Deep down, I know my thoughts are irrational, but I can’t help it.

I have a stack of buttermilk pancakes and fresh fruit cut up on a plate when the security door buzzes. Wren’s still in the shower, so I go over and press the intercom without checking the video monitor and say, “Hey Airlie, it’s apartment 307. Take the lift to the third floor and it’s halfway down on the right.” I press the button to unlock the security door and rush back to the kitchen before the last pancake burns. I’ve just slid it onto the plate when Airlie knocks on the door.

I run a hand through my hair and grab my t-shirt off the floor where it was tossed last night. I slip it over my head before I open the door with a wide smile.

My smile quickly fades when I spot the guy standing behind the pretty brunette who I’m assuming is Airlie.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I glare at Flynn. I move my eyes to Wren’s supposed best friend who has a pained expression on her face. “Why would you bring him here? You’re supposed to be her friend.”

“Brady, I–” Airlie starts, but she’s interrupted by Wren coming out of her bedroom.

“Something smells...” Wren’s voice trails off and her face pales as she spots Flynn standing behind Airlie. Her gaze drifts between the two and a look of confused hurt crosses her face. It breaks my heart.

I cross the room and wrap a protective arm around her as Airlie and Flynn step into the apartment and he closes the door behind him. It’s like a Mexican stand-off: us against them. The tension in the room is palpable and it increases even more when I see Flynn’s hand resting on Airlie’s hip. I’m not the only one who’s noticed.

“Airlie?” Wren questions, her voice small.

Wren’s best friend looks up at Flynn, pleading for help. My fist clenches. “Someone better speak soon,” I grit out.

“We came here to tell Wren that she doesn’t need to worry about Drew anymore,” Flynn says, his eyes never moving from my girlfriend.

Her body starts to shake and if it weren’t for me holding her up, Wren would have collapsed. Airlie steps forward, but stops short at the look on my face, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

“What do you mean?” I ask Flynn, my tone making it perfectly clear that I’m still pissed at him for upsetting Wren.

“He’s been arrested.”

Wren lets out a choked cry and Airlie rushes across the room. Wren releases her hold on me and falls into her friend’s arms, both girls sobbing. I don’t move though. I just stare at Flynn, who looks a little lost without the protection of Airlie by his side. He swallows and runs a hand through his hair.

I cross my arms across my chest. “How? What’s he been arrested for? And why are you here?”

He sighs. “I already felt guilty over not saying anything, and when I got home from Theo’s Baptism, I felt terrible.” He drops his eyes to the ground. “I could see the hurt in Wren’s eyes when she saw me, and I couldn’t live with myself anymore.”

I glance over at Wren, who’s now sitting on the couch with Airlie, she winces when she sees the pain warring with unbridled anger. She never told me Flynn had a part in all of this.

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