“Charlotte, Milka is nappin’. Go upstairs and watch her while Chloe comes down,” Ajay ordered.“I’m not a babysitter, Ajay. I’m here to supervise.”“And this is a family matter,” he said firmly. “And when it comes down to anythin’ safety, I don’t give a shit if you’re the queen of the North fuckin’ Pole, I’m in charge. Chloe needs to be here. All the Brothers need to be here. My whole damn team needs to be here. You don’t. You can be briefed. Now get upstairs.”The room filled with large, burly men all dressed in black, with wires running from their ears to their belts. Charlotte opened her mouth to argue, but inevitably turned and walked upstairs.Not a good week for her.Or me, mind you.I closed my eyes briefly, and Aiden pressed his mouth to the top of my head. He was shaking, too. His arms, so tight around me, were trembling against me in a feeling that was both surreal and confusing. His lips puckered and he dropped a silent kiss to my hair. My fingers winded tightly into his sh
AIDENShe took a deep breath and fisted my shirt tighter. “Then don’t be gentle,” she breathed. “Gentle won’t wash him away.”My fingers curled around the back of her neck. “Are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?”Her lips parted, but she nodded her head. “Replace him with you. Right now.”She had no fucking idea—I’ll replace him, all right. I’ll replace every damn inch of him in her head, and I’ll get so under her skin she’ll forget he ever put bruises there.I brought her face close to mine, my cock already throbbing, and hovered my mouth above hers. “Darlin’, by the time I’m done with you, I swear to fuckin’ God there’ll be no other guy under your skin but me.”“I’m counting on it.”I crushed my lips to hers. She responded in kind, letting go of my shirt to circle her hands around the back of my neck. She was so fucking soft beneath me. Every touch of hers was like the kiss of a feather, and every single one was more fucking addictive than the last.She leaned towards the sofa,
“Els.”“Fuck!” she snapped. “There! Fuck. Fucky fuckity fuckadoodle fuck.”“That’s a whole lotta fucks for such a little girl.” I grinned.“Yeah, well now I have none left to give until I get my nachos.”“You know,” I backed up, laughing, “we could meet everyone for dinner downstairs. The reservation is in five minutes.”Elena glanced towards the door, then backed at me. “I don’t. I mean.”“You say you’re afraid and I’m going to have to fuck you again.” I grabbed her hands and pulled her up. “Remind me who’s under your skin?”“You,” she murmured. “But he . . . nags at me.”“Then I’ll nag him right the fuck out.” I kissed her forehead. “Fear nothing. Isn’t that what I’ve heard you whispering to yourself a thousand times?”“You heard that?” She looked up at me, eyes wide.“I heard everything you never thought you said,” I replied, brushing her hair from her face. “And I listened to every word. So, dinner downstairs?”She studied me for a moment, her eyes narrowing with confusion. She sc
ELENAHe was . . . warm. He was warm and soft and solid all at the same time.His chiseled stomach was against my back, his pecs teasing my shoulder blades, and my back was fully curled into him. Or against him, whatever it was. One of his arms was resting beneath my neck and bent so his hand was shaped around my waist. His other arm was draped over me and reaching up to where our fingers were linked.Holy crap, this was how those cheesy-ass couples wake up in romance novels.Wait—why am I awake?Beep. Beep. Beep. Beepbeepbeepbeep.“Holy fucking shit,” Aiden groaned sleepily. Huskily. Sexily.“Concert-day alarm,” I muttered, untangling my fingers from his and reaching for my phone on the nightstand. I swiped the screen and the beeping stopped, then I froze. “Oh my God! Concert-day alarm!” I squealed, rolling over to face him.“Whaaat?”“Concert day!” I shook his shoulders until his startling bright eyes opened and looked up at me. “I love concert day!”Aiden’s lips curled up slowly. “
“Always a pleasure, Aiden,” Tits crooned, sitting a couple seats up from Chloe and crossing her legs. She ran her hand through her hair, and when he looked at her, my eyes narrowed.Chloe reacheed over, grasped my chin, and forced me to look forward. “You hurt him. He’s tryin’ to do it back because he’s a moron. Act like you don’t care and he’ll give it up.”I swallowed hard. “I don’t care.”“Then tell that to my daughter. She might believe you, doll.”Electric. Crazy. Insane.Three words to describe the pandemonium in the arena right now. Screaming girls, laughing, singing Dirty J., amazed backstage people.Chloe and I were standing in the wings, feet away from the guys, and I was almost certain my ears were ringing from the screams echoing from the seats. Because, holy hell, Aiden was right when he said I’d only seen one show. These girls screamed crazy loud.But I still got it. The excitement of the last concert. The craziness. The goddamn deafening shrieks. The everlasting adrenal
AIDENI wished I knew what the fuck it was about her. I wished I knew for a single damn second what it was about Elena Gilbert that fucked me up in the best kind of way. I wished I knew how the hell she can look into my eyes and make me different. How she makes me stronger, gentler, more understanding.I wished I knew how the fuck she can touch me with her soft hands and crack into the hard exterior my life requires. She didn’t only crack it—she slipped her painted nails between the broken edges until her fingertips were gripping them, and then she ripped them apart, exposing the guy inside. Exposing the guy that was as fuckin’ real as it came.She exposed the protector, the lover, the dreamer.She exposed the guy hidden from all the other girls.I wished I knew how the hell she made a dream come to life when I didn’t even know it existed. How she took my notion of a dream and twisted it until I looked back and realized it was never entirely fulfilled.“Why’d you do it?”“Do what?” I
I froze and looked at her. “Is it? Shit!”“Dollar!” Milka screeched. “Bad word! Dollar for pig!”Elena grinned when I placed Milka down and riffled in my pocket for my wallet. Shittin’ hell. I flipped it open and pulled out a dollar bill. Milka stared at me expectantly, her chubby hand held out in front of her.“I give you this, you go sleep, okay?”Milka narrowed her dark eyes. “You bad.”“Yes. But so are you. So take this, go to sleep, and we’re even. And . . .” I bent down, leaned in, and whispered, “I’ll get you a blueberry muffin for breakfast tomorrow before Mama wakes up, all right?”“Aiden!” Elena scolded.“Okay,” Milka sighed dramatically. “My dollar, tankoo.”I smacked the green bill into her hand then lifted her. Elena threw Bunna and Dolly across the room to me. I caught them expertly with one hand, one after the other, and passed them to Milka, who snuggled into my chest with them.“Muffin promise?” I heard Milka ask sleepily.“I promise. You know I don’t break those craz
ELENAI knew they meant well, but my God, I’d love to, you know, at least pee without being shadowed to the bathroom. Never mind the three brawny bodyguards in the next room. They should just hook me up to a mic, then they can all hear my damn business.It was all for my own protection, but unless my ex-fiancé has turned into Spider-Man and can scale up nine floors and ninja jump his way into the room through the window, I think I was probably safe enough.“Are you seriously standing outside the door?”“Just in case.”“Aiden! I can’t pee with you listening!”“I’m not listenin’, darlin’. I’m standin’ guard.”“You know, this is getting a little silly now.” I grunted and forced myself to pee. “Like, for real. And you were totally listening because you answered me!”I flushed, washed my hands, and unlocked the door.He towered over me by a few inches and outward by several more, but that didn’t stop me from narrowing my eyes in a challenging move. It had been days since I got the email, a