Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
The memories rushed through him.
“It wasn’t your fault, Lachie.”
His name broke through the images, sending him back into the here and now.
It wasn’t Remy who had spoken but his girl. She was kneeling up, facing him.
“It wasn’t your fault. What happened was terrible. But you are a good person. The best. You’ve always been there for me. Loved me. Taken care of me. You did not fail them. And you have never failed me.”
A sob broke free from him.
Fuck.
Leaning forward, she kissed him. She was pressed to his front, Remy behind him.
Surrounding him.
These two people. One who loved him. One who he thought might become closer to him than anyone else but her.
They loved him.
All of his team were dead. Would they want him to live in pain and self-hate?
Or would they want him to live?
Logically, he’d always known the answer. But for so long he’d lived on emotion. Except when it came to taking care of her.
This wasn’t a quick fix. He knew that. He wouldn’t wake up tomorrow and have everything go back to how it used to be.
But . . . it could be a start.
“It wasn’t my fault.”
“Good. You’re doing so well. It’s time for a reward. Isa? Do you think you can manage?”
Tink ran her hand up and down his thick shaft.
“Yeah. I have this.” She slid onto her tummy and sucked him off.
Fuck. It felt so good. Without thought, he leaned further into Remy. Let the other man hold him up.
He didn’t know if he could do this again . . . if he wanted to.
But under some circumstances . . . perhaps.
“Give in. Let her take care of you. Let us,” Remy whispered. “Come for us.”
She didn’t move hard or fast. God, he hoped this really was all right for her. That she wasn’t feeling dizzy.
He could be such a selfish ass sometimes.
Slap!
“Stop. No thinking. Just feel,” Remy directed.
His orgasm rushed through him, almost blinding him with pleasure as he roared his release. Isa sucked him down, taking every drop until he nearly collapsed forward.
Remy held him up, quickly undoing the scarf around his wrists. Then they both held him. Tink in his lap, Remy wrapping his arms around both of them.
Finally, he stirred. “Tink needs to be in bed.”
“You both do,” Remy rumbled. “I’m proud of you, man. That wasn’t easy.”
Fuck.
He was never going to admit how much those words meant to him.
“How are you feeling?” Remy asked. “Hate me?”
“Nah . . . I feel good. Like, empty. My head is quiet.” He might feel differently about it later. But he didn’t think so.
Tink yawned, snuggling into him. “Loki?”
“Yeah, precious girl?”
“I’ve been thinking about talking to a therapist about my mom dying and the way it affected me. And how my dad treated me. Do you . . . do you think that’s okay?”
“Fuck, Tink. That’s more than okay. I would support anything you want to do.” He tried to stand with her in his arms, but he was shaky.
Remy helped him stand, supporting both their weights before they moved to the bedroom.
“I suppose I should talk to someone too,” he muttered as they all climbed back into bed.
Isa was curled around him as he lay on his back, her head on his chest.
Remy was around her, his arm over her and touching Loki.
He didn’t hate it.
“Only if you want to,” Remy said.
But yeah, he could see how that was a good idea. With a yawn, he closed his eyes and to his shock, easily slipped off to sleep.
53
Remy woke up early.
He got out of bed and dressed without waking them. And then he spent a long time watching them sleeping.
Fuck.
Yesterday had been . . . fucking awful.
He should have known about her boss. The way he kept her late at night was a red flag. Fucking hell.
How had he not known?
He should have pushed her.
He’d failed to keep her safe. What sort of Dom was he if he couldn’t keep her safe?
And then there was how pale and tired she’d been . . . what if something was seriously wrong?
He’d been holding himself back, wanting to make this relationship work. But he couldn’t do that anymore. He needed control. He needed to keep her safe.
No matter what.
He’d felt like he was on the outside looking in . . . and not because of anything the two of them had done.
Because of him.
Because that was the way he’d lived his life. Outside, looking in.
No. More.
He was in this relationship. A hundred percent. Was it too early to talk about moving in?
Maybe. But he wanted that. He fucking hated being apart from them.
Remy ran his hand down his face. He couldn’t just stand here like a fucking creep and watch them sleep. His gaze moved to Loki. Would he be all right with Remy this morning? Or hate his guts for last night? It was all he could think of to help the other man.