Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,73

Tomlinson?” Atlas asks, curiously.

“Nothing we can’t handle” Trick says sipping his beer and smirking, before he turns serious, “are you ever coming back, man?”

Shadows cross Atlas’s eyes as he decides how to answer.

“I’ve got to sort some shit out. Even after that, I’m not sure” he explains vaguely and I watch as he seems to fight with indecision.

The thing with having to fight your entire life just to survive is that, when people finally come along that work their way past your defences and make you care about them, the thought of bringing them into anything that could threaten their safety is completely abhorrent.

I wish he’d trust them to help him.

“You know we will help no matter what, man. We’re family” Trick says firmly and the others agree.

After a second it’s clear that he is completely unwilling to say anything more on the subject. So the guys let it reluctantly drop. I do hope he starts to think about letting them in. The thought of him being involved in something dangerous without back up makes my stomach churn uneasily but I can’t do anything about it, none of us can until he decides to let us in. The guys pause for a second before Riot starts another conversation on a subject seemingly more safe.

“Where are you going to school now anyway?” He asks.

“I can’t tell you, I’m sorry guys. I just can’t. It’s safer this way” he says tensely and me and the guys share another look as he turns away and looks at the snow covered surroundings.

They’re struggling with not being able to help as well. It’s clear he’s in deep.

“So Firecracker, I thought we could go and see my aunt tomorrow if you still want to?” Luc asks, changing the subject.

“I can’t wait to meet her” I grin.

The guys do one of their secret look things and it fascinates me that Atlas just raises his eyebrow at Trick, who then does this weird head tilt thing that Atlas somehow understands and just nods.

“Holy fuck it’s like you guys have your own secret language” I exclaim.

They all chuckle but as expected none of them feel like explaining what it was about.

“What time are we going tomorrow?” I ask Luc.

“We will leave here around eleven-ish. She lives around an hour or so away.”

“Awesome. On that note I’m going to go to bed. I’m absolutely exhausted and I don’t want to wake up with hang over and looking like shit to meet your aunt.” I chuckle as I stand up.

“You could never look like shit Angel” Jensen smirks and I grin, the cheesy bastard.

“Do you want some company, Il mio Cuore?”

“Yes” I say as I step out of the tub and then rush towards the back door temporarily forgetting it was so fucking cold.

The guys chuckle behind me and I flip them the bird making them laugh harder.

“I’m just going to shower and change. I’ll meet you in my room” I call back to him.

I rush upstairs and hop into the shower quickly, then pull on some super soft pyjamas and throw my hair up into a bun my feet are still freezing so I pull on some fluffy socks too. When I step back into my room, Cash is already in bed and I waste no time hopping in and cuddling up to him. As much as I enjoy spending time all of us together, I love spending time with them individually too and I make the decision to try and do it with each of them.

Chapter Eighteen

The next morning I awake with Cash wrapped around me and I enjoy the peace and the stillness for a bit as I drift in and out of sleep. I scoot back towards where Cash is lying behind me and accidently move my ass against his very impressive morning wood. My body heats instantly and Cash groans behind me before he starts kissing along my shoulder. I debate for a mere second until he bites down and I turn to face unable to help myself as my lips land on his in a passionate kiss and my hands start explore his abs. He rolls me onto my back and hovers above me, my legs opening for him and I barely hold back a moan when his hard cock rubs against my clit. I need him in me, now. He pulls back slightly as he reaches for the bottom of my tank top and looks at me for permission I grin and nod and