Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,141
feels almost wrong and the thought of going back to school and pretending that I haven’t met one of the most amazing people I ever have and fallen for him, seems like an impossible task.
Atlas’s lips on my forehead, bring me out of my thoughts and I smile sadly up at him.
“It will all work out, Princess” he tries to reassure me and I nod.
“I guess I should go and pack. By pack I mean throw everything haphazardly into my suitcase” I chuckle, sounding slightly unhinged but thankful he doesn’t call me out on it.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Upstairs I do exactly what I told Atlas I’d do and randomly shove things into my case as I desperately try to push my thoughts away. I’m going to have to deal with it soon enough anyway. Once I dump my bag and stuff by the door under the stairs that leads to the garage, I go in search of Atty.
“Atty!”
“Yeah, Princess?” he calls back.
“Can I have one of your hoody’s?”
“Don’t do it dude, you’ll never get it back!” Riot yells amusement in his voice and I chuckle.
“He’s not wrong” I yell back no idea where anyone is.
Atlas walks into view from around the corner in the kitchen and I can’t help but stare as he reaches his arms behind and starts pulling the black hoody he’s wearing over his head, exposing a swarth of tanned, tattooed and seriously toned stomach that in all honesty makes me want to lick him.
“Enjoy the view, Princess?” Atlas asks smugly as he holds the hoody out to me and my eyes immediately snap up to his.
“I’ve seen better” I smirk and his eyes flash with amusement as he growls playfully and reaches for me, pulling me in close and tickling the crap out of me. My giggles are suddenly cut off when he kisses me deeply, I grab hold of his t-shirt in a bid to pull him as close as possible. He smiles softly and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Ever, I …” he starts.
“Atlas, can I have a word with you before we go?” Trick asks interrupting what ever it was that Atlas wanted to say.
“Yeah, sure man” Atlas replies, with a sigh, clearly already guessing what he’s wants to talk to him about. He bends down and picks up his hoody that we dropped when he tickled me, handing it to me and smiling as I instantly pull it on. It’s so big that it nearly hits my knees, I absolutely adore it.
“Come on, Il mio Cuore, you can help us try and pack the trailer for some reason nothing is fitting like it did before” Cash says grabbing my hand and pulling through the door under the stairs.
Just before the door closes behind us I glance back to see Atlas and Trick both with grim looks on their faces and talking heatedly. The last thing I see before the door fully closes is matching dark grins adorning both their features. These men are dangerous and yet I have never felt more safe.
“Is everything ok?” I ask Cash, nodding my head back towards the doors.
“Yeah, Dragonfly. Everything is fine they just needed to discuss something. Nothing to worry about” he replies and I almost buy the light-hearted attitude he’s trying to give off if it wasn’t for the dark shadows in his eyes and equally dark smirk he lets slip.
I smirk in reply and shrug my shoulders. Let them keep their secrets, they’ll soon understand just how unafraid of their darkness I am.
“Jensen for the last fucking time you can not put that there!” Riot suddenly yells as we step into the garage.
Me and Cash share an amused look before walking around to the back of the trailer. The guys have already hooked it up to Trick’s truck.
“Dude why are you trying to balance your bag on top of the snow mobiles? And what’s in all of the crates?” I ask, staring at the haphazard mess in the back of the trailer.
“Erm, I raided the wine cellar?” Jensen phrases his answer like a question and I burst out laughing as the guys immediately start berating him.
“That’s why it wouldn’t fucking fit!” Rafe exclaims.
“Dude you know, there is no way we’d be able to hide that many crates from our parents. One we might be able to though” Luc muses.
“Now we have to unload the whole damn thing because of course you packed the crates of alcohol first and they’re now at the bottom"