Page 102 of Ruthless Salvation

Well, shit.

The reunion had gone well. I didn’t have to worry about that, but I wasn’t crazy about tears either. And old woman tears? Good God, no.

“All right. You two come on down before you end up tumbling to the tarmac.”

“Yes, oh my gosh. Yes.” Storm spun around, making me nervous. “Do you have a bag? Can I help with anything?”

I stepped closer in case I needed to catch the damn woman. “It’ll be in cargo below. All you need to do is give her a hand down.”

“Right. Okay.” She clasped Honey’s hand and guided the two to solid ground. “I just can’t believe you’re here. I wanted to reach out, but there was so much to explain, and so much time had passed. I didn’t know where to begin.”

Once they were safely on the tarmac, I grabbed the woman’s suitcase from the hold and followed them over to the car.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere for the next week. You have all the time you need to tell me where on earth you’ve been, sweet child. I worried somethin’fiercefor you.”

The two fell into one another’s arms again.

“I know, Honey. And I’m so sorry. I never would have disappeared like that if it hadn’t been necessary.”

Honey waved her off. “Of course, you wouldn’t. I knew my Alina had her reasons. That’s why I was worried. But you can tell me all about it once we’re out of this wind. It’s colder than a milkshake in a snowstorm out here.”

I was starting to see why Storm talked about the woman so much. She was a character—one I was already starting to like, which spoke volumes.

“Here, let me help with that.” Stormy started to lift the heavy strap of her grandmother’s purse from her shoulder.

“Oh no, you don’t.” I jumped in, draping the ridiculously heavy bag over my shoulder instead. “You aren’t supposed to be lifting things, remember?”

“The doctor said not to liftheavythings. This is just a purse, Tor,” she chided lightly.

“Don’t care. No reason to chance it.” I opened the back door for Honey, but the old woman didn’t budge.

“No lifting? Alina, child, are you alright?” Worry creased the corners of her eyes more than they were already.

Stormy slowly grinned. “I’m more than alright. I’m pregnant, Honey. We’re gonna have a baby.”

The way she glowed when she spoke was the most goddamn beautiful sight I could imagine.

Honey beamed. “Oh, Alina. That’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you.” For the third time in so many minutes, the two hugged. Not a problem, except my weather app had listed the temperature at eleven whole degrees an hour earlier.

“Into the car, you two. We don’t need either of you catching a cold.”

“He’s right,” Honey chided, shuffling quickly inside. “You have to take extra care now.”

“Great.” Stormy smirked. “Now I’ll have two of you hovering over me.”

I cuffed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a swift kiss. “Get your ass in the car, woman.”

Stormy grinned.

I tossed Honey’s suitcase into the trunk. The ladies sat together in the back seat, and I was more than happy to play chauffeur. The two had years of catching up to do.

They spent the rest of the day in conversation, with occasional bouts of laughter and tears. I gave them space. The three of us had dinner together with a light flutter of snow falling outside, then I called it an early night and retreated to the bedroom. Hours later, I was reclined in bed, scrolling on my phone, when Stormy joined me. She quietly closed the door, then prowled coyly across the room.

“Best. Christmas. Ever,” she said before climbing up to straddle my lap. “Thank you, Tor. Having her here means the world to me.” Her hand trailed down my bare chest, the slight movement in her hips causing her to rock along my hardening cock.

I clasped her hips and pressed myself further into her soft center. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” That one word on her lips felt like every holiday rolled into one.

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