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)
Remy got it. He felt the same way. But he also knew he had to do what was best for her.
“Remy will be here,” she added. “He’ll keep us both safe.”
And now he felt about ten feet tall.
However, she wasn’t wrong.
He would keep them safe.
“Stay,” he said to Loki. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Loki looked from the woman who held his heart to the other man who held her heart.
This wasn’t necessarily smart.
However, he wanted it. Badly.
“You won’t let me hurt her,” he said, needing to be certain.
“Never,” Remy promised.
Okay.
They both stripped off to their boxers and climbed in next to her. She turned on her side and pressed her ass against his dick.
Fuck.
Was she trying to kill him?
Remy lay on his back and she placed her head on his chest.
Damn it. Next time, he was going to pull her into that position with him.
Next time.
He liked the sound of that.
It was an ambush.
Dead. All dead.
All fucking dead. And it was his fault. He should have been with them.
He should have died with them!
No!!
“Loki, Ki-Ki, wake up!”
How was his girl here? She shouldn’t be here!
“Loki! Wake up!”
Huh. Who was that? Had someone from his unit survived?
“Wake. Up. You’re safe. You’re home.” That voice was stern, unyielding. And he couldn’t ignore the command.
“Open your eyes, Ki-Ki. You’re here. With me. With Remy.”
His eyes shot open and he stared up at the two people leaning over him.
What was going on? Why were they in his bed with him?
No, wait. This wasn’t his bed . . .
Loki glanced around at the pink walls. The explosion of color everywhere.
Tink’s room.
He was in Tink’s room. He’d gone to bed with her round little ass pressed against his dick. And woken up lying next to Remy.
Loki frowned up at Remy.
“Mr. Protective pulled me out of the way when you started to have a nightmare,” Isa told him before turning to Remy. “Loki wouldn’t hurt me.”
He was glad she was certain of that. Because he wasn’t so sure.
“Thanks, man,” he said to Remy.
“Anytime,” Remy replied without a hint of regret or annoyance in his voice.
Did he really mean that?
Loki couldn’t be sure. How could he not find him an inconvenience? A burden?
“I didn’t hurt anyone?” he asked, trying to look at them both but it was still dark and hard to make out their features. He sat up and Isa moved in next to him, curling herself around his body.
Fuck.
“No,” Remy reassured him. “You were just thrashing about.”
Fuck. “I shouldn’t have slept here. Tink needs her sleep. I need to go back to my room.”
“No, Ki-Ki, please,” she begged. “Don’t leave.”
He could feel himself starting to come down from the adrenaline surge. He hated crashing after nightmares.
“I can’t . . . I can’t.”
“Loki,” Remy said firmly. “Loki, look at me.”
He turned away from them both, sitting with his legs over the edge of the bed. He put his elbows on his legs, resting his head in his hand.
Then he felt her behind him. He stiffened, but she didn’t move away. She settled in around him, her arms circling his chest, her legs straddling his hips.
Fuck.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Remy crouched in front of him.
“Sometimes, being alone isn’t the answer,” Remy said quietly.
“I don’t want to hurt anyone. Or keep you guys awake.”
“Like I could sleep knowing you were in the next room in the midst of a nightmare,” Isa said.
That was true, he guessed. She’d probably get up and come in and that would likely be worse.
Remy stood up and walked out. Where was he going?
“I want to be here for you, Ki-Ki,” Isa whispered. “The way you always are for me.”
He closed his eyes, and just concentrated on taking deep, cleansing breaths.
When he opened them, Remy was back and holding out a glass of water. “Drink this.”
Loki raised an eyebrow. Bossy, wasn’t he?
“Please,” Isa added.
Loki snorted, then he gulped it down. He hadn’t realized how dehydrated he was.
“Better?” Remy asked.
“Yeah. Sure you guys want me to stay?”
Isa hugged him tight, while Remy reached out and put his hand behind his neck, squeezing. Maybe it should have been weird. Perhaps he should have shrugged the other man’s touch off.
But surprisingly, it grounded him. He took a deep breath, able to clear off the lingering remnants of the nightmare from his head.
“Good?” Remy asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”
And he really was.
42
Isabelle woke up to the most delicious sight.
Lots and lots of tanned skin. Muscular chest with a light smattering of hair.
She liked it.
And she really liked his nipples. She didn’t know why, she just did. Maybe it was weird.
However, Isa wasn’t sure that she cared.
With a murmur of pleasure, she leaned forward and sucked Remy’s nipple into her mouth. She’d gone to sleep last night without her pacifier, so she had to have something to suck on, right?