with hooded eyes, biting down on her bottom lip while she continued to tease her nipples for me.
“Fuck,” I growled. “I really have to answer that.”
“Then do it. And hurry back,” she urged.
The thought of getting out of that bed almost caused me physical pain, but I had to do it.
I stood, hooking a pair of sweatpants from a drawer and pulling them on before retrieving my phone from my jeans’ pocket. It rang out again but that was fine, I needed to leave this room if I had any hope of concentrating on what my dad had to say to me and I didn’t really want to talk to him with a hard on either.
Tate watched me from the bed, lying there naked, her legs parted to give me the perfect view of exactly what I was coming back to and I groaned in frustration.
“Thirty seconds,” I swore to her as I backed up towards the door.
“I’ll be waiting,” she promised.
I growled hungrily again, pushing the fingers I’d just had inside her into my mouth so that I could taste the sweetness of her desire before I left.
Her eyes flared with heat as she watched me sucking on them and I smirked at her before backing out of the room.
I jogged to the end of the corridor and out of the front door as I tried to focus on anything aside from that goddess in my bed. Saint wasn’t having her. He could fuck off. There was no chance in hell I’d let him take her. Tatum Rivers was mine.
I paced up and down a few times, letting the cold air on my chest draw my attention as I tried to sink my boner. It wasn’t really working. That girl was so hot that I’d probably be hard all week even if I didn’t lay eyes on her again.
I blew out a breath and dialled my dad’s number. He answered before the first ring had even finished and my eyebrows rose at his tone.
“Where were you?” he demanded.
“Geeze, I was asleep, where are you at three am?” I asked in a pissy tone. I didn’t need him calling me for some lecture right now, I had better things to be doing. Much better things.
“Sorry…I didn’t mean to be short with you, son,” he said, releasing a heavy breath.
“That’s okay…” He’d been a bit like that since the Hades Virus had killed Mom. I got that he was grieving so I just let it fly. He didn’t need me being an asshole on top of his grief.
“Look, it hasn’t hit the news yet but it will by tomorrow-” Dad said.
“What will?”
“They figured out the source of this fucking virus,” he growled.
“Oh, right.” I suppressed a sigh. Dad had been determined to blame someone ever since Mom had died. He’d been suckered in by a bunch of conspiracy theorists about government cover ups and bio weapons. I was pretty sure they were just after his money to fund their nonsense research, but I hadn’t tried to stop him. He had plenty of money if he wanted to waste some of it, and if it gave him some kind of peace to believe in that bullshit then he could have it.
“I’m not talking about some theory, Blake. I’m talking about confirmed information. That virus was a fucking bio weapon, but it was supposed to be on strict lockdown because they don’t have a cure for the fucking thing.”
“You’re saying the government are admitting this?” I asked, my interest piqued.
“Yes! They are because they’ve also figured out where the leak came from.”
“Really? Where?”
“This asshole disgruntled scientist who worked in the labs. He stole it and sold it to god knows who, or maybe he released it himself, I don’t fucking know but it clearly got out into the world.”
“So they’ve arrested him?” I asked hopefully. I hoped they’d gotten hold of him in a state with the death penalty so that fucker could fry.
“No,” Dad ground out. “Unfortunately the asshole realised they were onto him and he’s gone on the run.”
“Fuck,” I cursed, pacing up and down as I tried to process this.
Someone, some fucking, pathetic, worthless, money grabbing shrew of a man had done this. Had infected the world with this poison. Had killed my fucking mom! I wanted his head. I wanted him dead and bloody at my feet. I didn’t know how I’d manage such a thing, but I wanted it more than I could possibly put into words. More