We pushed into the elevator car. Only half of her bags were with us and there was barely any room for humans in here. There was no way all of this was her clothing. It was mind-boggling that she would have this much. "Where is my stuff going?" she asked as the doors slid closed. I held my breath, waited to see if the elevator would give us a weight warning. Sighed in relief as we began our ascent. "In the closet."She snorted. "Which closet?"I looked at her, narrowed my eyes. "Our closet. You're staying here. No moving out. No changing your mind. We've made it this far, we're not stopping now. If we need to do some renovations to make it easier for you, then we will. But you are mine." I surveyed her sea of matching luggage. "And apparently that means your clothes as well."Her smile was brilliant. "Good answer." She opened her mouth. Shut it. Bit her lip.I sighed. "Spit it out, cupcake. We can't fix it if it's just rattling around up there in your brain.""Are you in
Once again in the elevator, I huddled the gun safes close to my chest. I'd been so stupid to leave them in a different bag. To not have grabbed them the first trip. I could have gotten three very important men hurt. Or worse. I shuddered as I cut the thought off."You okay?" Ryker asked softly. I nodded. Tried to smile. Words came gushing out of my mouth. "I'm so sorry. Sorry for not doing a better job. Sorry for not taking care of the guns the way I know I should. I could have gotten you shot. If the person who'd taken them..." I trailed off as nightmare after nightmare ran through my mind. "Hey." He pulled me into his arms. "Nothing happened. We've had a pretty emotionally draining couple of days. No one got hurt.""This time," I muttered into his chest. I rubbed my forehead back and forth between his pecs. "Sweet goddess, Ryker. You could have been shot. Died." I looked up into his face. "You're not allowed to die." My tone was hard, my gaze fierce. "You're not allowed to
I fought my body's need to cum as I watched Willow's pussy weep for me. I hadn't been expecting her to squirt, but I felt about ten feet tall that I'd been able to make her do it. My dick was hard enough to give a pneumatic nailer a run for its money on driving nails. I laid my head on her thigh as I brought her back down to reality with soft strokes and gentle kisses. I smiled. She'd turned to me. Before the need for pain got too bad. Before the darkness in her mind dragged her away from me. We were making progress. Good progress. And in a fucking short amount of time. Somehow we'd both been able to scale the other's walls. "Mmgh."I chuckled. "That good, huh?" I pulled my fingers from her body. They were coated with her juice. I slipped them between my lips. Licked them clean. Best fucking flavor in the world. My dick twitched. "What the hell did you do to me?" she asked from her position, still staring at the ceiling. "Never heard of squirting or female ejaculati
We got cleaned up and dressed. Made our way back out to the clothes mountain. This time around, when I saw a duplicate, I just thanked it for helping me and tossed it in the DONATE pile. I wasn't going to drag myself down for coping in whatever way that worked. I was still standing wasn't I? Still happier now than any time before in my life. Outside of a couple measly snafus, I thought my life was landing on the side of good more days than not. I chuckled. Measly snafus. Kidnapping, torture, shot at, almost run off the road, attempted murder...easy peasy. **"I think I see the floor," Ryker said a couple hours later. I jerked my head around to look at his side of the room. "No way. This pile is never ending. I'm pretty sure it was breeding and copying itself while we had sexy times."He snorted. "Probably true. But look." He stepped into a section of floor without any clothes on it. "Bare floor." He did a little dance that looked like he was either shopping or spanking
I looked away from Willow's compassionate gaze. The forgiveness sitting in her eyes shamed me. Mocked me. I gritted my teeth. I'd left my sister in the hands of a kidnapper, forgotten all about her, and then stood by while the woman who had taken her was killed. What kind of brother was I?Shitty. A fucking shitty brother. Someone who didn't deserve the kind and generous heart of Corrie. Of Willow. Hell. I shouldn't be with anyone. Since she'd met me, Willow had been kidnapped, tortured, run off the road, hospitalized, gone into hiding, and now we were lurking in the parking garage of my building and home so we could go and save my half sister that she'd never met. Some fucking boyfriend. "Excuse me, Daphne. Nik. I'm going to talk to Ryker in private. We'll be right back," Willow said as she pushed me around an upright barrier. Once we were a couple spots away from the stairwell, she looked up into my face. "What kind of pain?"I blinked, tried to process her words. "Pa
In a crouching run that felt like I had a large chimpanzee on my shoulders, we made it into the parking garage under the building where Corrie was being held. Nothing obvious about us. Look away, random passersby. Just seven deadly assassins and a whiter than white chick racing across the street. Nothing to see here.I bit my lip to keep from giving into the hysterical laughter that pushed at my throat. Expanded my chest. I clenched my fingers into fists at my side as we stayed next to the interior walls of the parking structure.Adrenaline and life surged through my veins. No pain needed. Maybe I should look into a different career path. Saving lives was pretty exciting."You stay here," Mas said. He didn't have to bother lowering his voice to a whisper. He pushed his nose to mine. "If you get even a single hair on your head hurt, I'll blister your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a month. So help me God. Get me?"I nodded. "Sir, yes, sir."He rolled his eyes. Presse
My girl's body was trembling in my arms as she spun in a slow circle to greet her mother. The woman who paid a monster ten million dollars to take her daughter off her hands. Searing rage and hate swamped through my mind. Willow pulled my arms tighter around her. She huddled against me. "What do you want, Beverly?"Beverly jerked as if the words were gunshots. "You know I hate it when you call me that. What are you doing here?" Her voice changed from soft inquisition to hard and impersonal in a matter of seconds. "Why does it even matter to you?" Willow asked. "You paid Ethan ten million dollars to take me off your hands. I can't imagine you're overly concerned with my well-being." I felt Willow lock her knees and stiffen against me. Beverly stalked forward, her dark blonde hair a stiff helmet around her head. She shared her mossy green eyes with her daughter. "How dare you say something so vulgar to me!" She raised her hand as if she were about to slap her daughter across t
Abigail pushed into the room. She had a thin folder, a laptop, and her phone with her. She was busy tapping at the screen. She looked up after she hit a final button. Her smile was curiously mysterious. "Just making my excuses to the consult team."I nodded. "What the hell happened, Abigail? When did this become a drive-thru for people to pick up patients?"Abigail stiffened. Narrowed her eyes at me. "You know better than that, Mr. Penn. I take each of my patient's care very seriously."I nodded again. "Yes. You do. The same obviously can't be said for the others. If we need to move Corrie to a different facility where this kind of shit won't happen again, simply tell me and I'll get her moved."Abigail shook her head. "Wait for the hospital admin to get here. I can't discuss the internals without them in the room.""They've got five minutes before I start calling the media and making a fuss." I tipped my wrist, took note of the time. Abigail sighed. "You're a hard man, Mr