Wings of the Walker - CoraLee June Page 0,272

more comfortable. "It must be nice," Blythe said. "First you're immune, you grew up in the Stonewell Manor. Dormas leaders are eating out of the palm of your hand. And while the rest of us worked, you got to enjoy a little rendezvous with your man."

Once again, I looked out the window, smiling once I saw the brothel in the distance. I was tired, sore, and eager to see Jacob, Patrick, Huxley, and Kemper.

"I'm not going to apologize for having a good life or for things I cannot control," I said to Blythe. "I don't know what I've done to upset you, or if you're just too jealous to see past your prejudice of me, but I'm not one to play games. I'm here to save the men I love, so you can either get on board with that or get out of my way."

Lowe, with her smeared lipstick and crooked smile, started clapping for me. "Well hot damn," she began with a whistle. "Ash loses her virginity and, within the hour, becomes a badass. That must've been some great cock."

I laughed as the transport came to a stop, and when the doors opened, I wasn't surprised to find Huxley standing outside with his arms crossed. The moment my feet hit the ground, he strolled forward and helped me up and out of the transport.

"How did it go?" he asked while placing a hand on my lower back and guiding me up the steps. Behind us, Jade struggled to carry a drunk Kaye inside.

"It went seamlessly," I lied. No use telling Huxley about Cavil catching us until he had calmed down. The brothel door opened, and we flooded into the lit entryway, but once Huxley took in my appearance, all hell broke loose.

At first, I was confused by his ferocious face and shaking hands. I inched closer, a concerned dip in my brow as I reached for him.

"What happened to your dress?" Huxley asked. The rest of the girls filed in, and once Blythe heard his question, she started laughing hysterically.

"Your innocent little Walker had her cherry popped," she said while throwing her head back with another laugh.

I immediately realized what Huxley was thinking, and I threw my hands up to capture his face in my hands. Staring in his green eyes, I assured him, "This is Maverick’s shirt. I spent my evening with Maverick."

Slowly, ever so slowly, the light in Huxley's eyes returned as he realized that I was indeed okay. I assumed that he imagined the worst. "I've been pacing the floors all night," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm glad you're okay, but I have to admit that seeing you in Maverick’s shirt has me intrigued."

A healthy blush covered my cheeks as I looked down at the floor. Although we established back in Ethros that my relationship with all of them was mutual, it was still embarrassing to say out loud with an audience listening in.

Huxley scratched the back of his neck then looked at the Walker Companions still standing in the entryway, staring at us. They were watching our exchange with rapt attention, and I felt even more insecure under their scrutiny.

Huxley wrapped his big hand around my wrist and pulled me upstairs, not giving the others a second glance as we escaped their curious stares. In Dormas, sharing a woman might be typical, but to the rest of the world, it was an unusual arrangement. And although a Companion might understand our dynamic more than others, there was still a judgmental way they viewed my relationship with my guys. I'm sure they thought I was just a glorified version of them, and no matter what I said, they wouldn't believe that there was more to this relationship than what the guys could offer me.

At the top of the stairs, Kemper, Patrick, and Jacob were waiting. But Huxley didn't give me the chance to see them, he yanked me by, grumbling a "she's fine" before dragging me into his room and shutting the door.

I wasn't sure what this was, but I didn't argue. "I promise I'm okay," I said once more.

Huxley wrapped me in a big hug, squeezing me until I coughed. "I know I'm selfish right now. I'm not jealous. Well, I am."

The door opened and in poured Kemper, Patrick, and Jacob. I should've known that they wouldn’t allow Huxley to hoard me to himself. My shirt had risen some, revealing my long legs and butt to them all.

"What happened?" Kemper choked out. Huxley let