Izzy says, standing up and stretching her arms above her head. “I’m guessing we can’t order food in, so we’re going to have to make do with what we have in the cupboard.”
“Temper stocked the fridge and cupboards,” I say, grinning. “So we have plenty to work with. I can make dinner if you like.”
“We’ll all help,” Skylar says, winking at me. “Come on, it will keep us all busy. And I’m getting hungry.”
We cook dinner, eat, and then watch Harry Potter until we all fall asleep.
With none of them home yet.
* * *
I wake up to Temper lifting me off the couch and carrying me not to my bed, but his. I’ve barely been inside his room, because we always seem to hang around in mine, so it’s nice being in his space, even though our rooms basically look the same.
“What happened?” I ask, yawning. “What time is it? Did you only just get home?”
“It’s six a.m., and yes, we just got in. I had a shower then came to get you,” he says, pulling the blankets down and laying me on the mattress. He jumps in and pulls the covers over us. “We followed him all night until he finally met up with some familiar faces.”
“And? What happened?”
“Nothing, we let him go, for now,” he admits, kissing my cheek.
“What? Why?” I ask, brow furrowing.
All of that and they let him go? What am I missing here?
“It got a little more complicated than we thought,” he says quietly, sighing. “We saw Georgia with them. And we need to play this the right way, because this woman gets away every damn time, mainly because none of us can touch her.”
“Why not?” I ask, frowning. “Who is she?”
“Because she’s Skylar’s mother,” he says, grimacing. “And she used to be Hammer’s old lady. I know her well, and because of who she is, none of us can go through with what we should have done a long time ago.”
I stay silent, because surely he can’t mean what I think he does.
At the end of the day, the woman is still Skylar’s mother.
“What does Skylar say?” I ask.
“That’s why we didn’t make any moves tonight. We need to speak with her and formulate a plan. The thing is, we know where Georgia lives with her husband, so we’ll always be able to find her. And it’s clear she’s never going to let this vendetta against us go. She’s going to want to bring us down until the day she dies.”
“What a mess this is,” I whisper, running my hands down his bare back. “I’m glad you are all safe.”
“Worried about me, were you?” he asks, kissing me again.
“Of course I was, especially when you weren’t home by midnight,” I say, and kiss his lips, then his jawline and his neck.
He makes a growling sound that turns me on, and gives me the confidence to explore his body a little in the sunlight. I kiss him down his chest, taking my time and teasing him, glancing up and looking him right in the eyes before continuing. I love listening to him, the hitches in his breath, his hand in my hair, stroking me, encouraging me.
Pulling down his boxer shorts, I find him already hard, but he gets harder the second my hand touches him and begins to stroke. Up and down, up and down, I get a feel for him before I taste him with my lips, my tongue licking over the head of his cock, and then sliding him into my mouth as far as I can without choking.
“Fuck,” he grits out, teeth clenched. His hips arch slightly, like he’s unable to keep still, while I continue to lick and suck. My nails score down his thighs, and he makes another growling sound. I don’t know how much longer he’s going to wait and let me play, I feel like he’s on the edge, and wanting to take control.
“I’m going to come,” he says, brown eyes pinned on me.
I know he’s giving me the option