Page 103 of Forever Found

“Oh God!” I cried as we both burst into laughter. “That was too close.”

“It was, but totally worth it,” Jordan said as he turned me so I faced him, then pulled me close enough to kiss me. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and held on as we shared a slow, languid kiss. I could feel his own hardness beneath me, but we didn’t exactly have a lot of time to do anything about it with Eli waiting for us at the house. The last thing I wanted was he and Asher getting worried and coming to look for me. I pulled back from the kiss and looked from his lap, up to him with an unsure smile.

While I had gained a ton of confidence in the bedroom, I still found it a lot easier to let my guys take the lead. I was still so unsure about what to do and what they wanted. I enjoyed sex a lot more if I didn’t have to think about it too hard.

“Ignore that, babe. He can get the attention he wants when we christen that new bedroom of yours tonight,” Jordan assured me.

“He?” I laughed.

“Well it’s not a ‘she’ is it?” he joked. “We better go before Eli worries. Do you want me to drive?” he offered.

“Maybe you should. I need a minute to get myself together,” I replied with a smile as I ran a hand over my wild hair. I’d been rubbing my head against Jordan’s chest in the moment and it had pulled loose of the ponytail I had my hair semi-controlled in.

“You look perfect, as always.” He kissed me once more, then lifted me up as he stepped out of the car. Once I was repositioned in the passenger seat, he closed the door and rounded the car.

“Thank fuck I get to drive the rest of the way,” Jordan said as he started the car and pulled onto the road.

“My driving is fine!” I defended myself as I slapped his thigh gently.

“Seriously, babe, it’s not. I need you to promise me you’re going to be more careful. You have to stick to the speed limits and you need to be aware of your position in the road. You can’t drive like you were. If you got into a wreck…fuck, we’d lose it, Addy. We need you to be safe,” he almost pleaded, and the fear in his words hit me hard.

“I promise,” I acquiesced as I placed my hand on his thigh again and squeezed. “I’ll be more careful and I’ll stick to speed limits, okay? I don’t want anything to happen to me either. I just got carried away with the fancy car. It beats the hell out of the rust bucket I used to drive.”

“I know, and it is a sweet car, but don’t do it again, okay? You promised to come home to us every night and I’m holding you to that.”

“Okay,” I agreed easily. I meant what I had told him – I didn’t want anything to happen to me. I wanted to keep my promise to come home to him, Adam, and Kane, every single night for as long as I possibly could, hopefully until we were all old and gray and I was too senile to drive any more.

We drove the last part of the journey in a comfortable silence, my hand buried beneath Jordan’s atop his thigh, I couldn’t help but think how grateful I was for the normal day we’d had, the both of us working atThe Light– our youth center. Jordan had set up some programs to bring sport to the local, under funded schools, and so he had spent much of the day supervising high schoolers playing basketball on our indoor court, or outside running football drills in the small field we had fit onto the land, that was previously planned to be parking.

I’d spent my day in the office, coordinating the classes with local schools, which Jordan was running, and working on a charity fundraiser we planned to raise more funds for the center in December. Thanks to Asher we already had a guest list filled with wealthy philanthropists and I was hopeful we would raise plenty of funds, at that, and many other fundraisers to follow, to keep the center going for a long time to come.

As the schools ended for the day the doors were thrown open for any kids who needed or wanted to come along and just hang out. Eli had been there, as he was three afternoons every week, to hold a kind of art club. It was a huge hit and we already had plans to hold an evening for all of the kids to display their masterpieces so family and friends could come along and see it all.

I ran the homework club, where kids came for help with assignments, or just for a quiet area to get peace to work. I had set up computers for them there, and there was a small library area filled with reference books they could use.

Adam, Jord, and Kane had all been there tonight, keeping the chaos to a minimum and running the sports to get the kids engaged. The kids had warmed to them immediately, even grumpy Kane, and they came back again and again to just have some fun and be kids. We had some staff from the veteran program Ash told us about too. Three men and two women, all ex-military. They brought a little discipline into the center – something some of the kids needed urgently – but they were fun too.

The Lightwas a place mainly filled with happiness and fun, just as I had wanted it to be. It was a place where kids got to be kids. And when one of those kids was struggling, or came to us for help, we did everything we could for them. We’d only been open for just over two months, but I was fully invested and happy to spend the rest of my working life making it work for the kids that would always need a safe, warm place to go.

Now Jordan and I were driving home, just like I had wanted us to do for months. It was so normal and regular, and it was everything I had ever hoped for.

I was excited as we pulled up to the gates of the house. It was the first time I had been there since the old place was demolished and I’d missed it, even if there were a mix of good and bad memories behind those gates. It had been the first place I ever felt like I was home though, and it was the place where I got to know my brothers and met the men I loved. I could never ever want to forget those moments.

The fence around the property and the front gates had been changed to steel frames with solid metal panels covering the length of them. Asher told me they were impenetrable and they were eight feet high too, so it was unlikely anyone would get over them without our security realizing. No one could even see past them any longer, so our home really was a private sanctuary now.

The gates rolled open and I gasped at the building it revealed. It was much bigger than the old house, which was crazy enough, but it also had a six car garage and was a whole story taller. It was modern, much like the old design, a square structure with wood cladding that seemed to fit into the trees surrounding it perfectly. There were three floors that I could see. The wood cladding covered the top half of the enormous building, but the bottom was covered with a pale gray render that just looked clean and modern. There were huge windows all along the first floor, but they were tinted so no one could look through them.

“It’s huge!” I gasped as Jordan drove onto the smooth black driveway and parked right before the entrance. The double front doors looked to be made of solid oak, and they were led up to by a gentle path that sloped upwards slightly, and was lit entirely along the way with warm lights that were recessed into the stone.

“It really is,” he laughed. “Your brother planning a lot of kids in his future?”

“He’d need a girlfriend first,” I threw back with a smile. I no longer worried about Asher.

He seemed to have found a path for himself that made him happy. He had set up a new business, and this one was way moreimportant and meaningful than the money hungry company his father had left to him.

It was early days and Asher was still recruiting staff and making a name for his company – Egis. Asher had told me it meant safety, or protection, and that was what he wanted his company to offer to those who needed it. Effectively he was starting a security company that took on private contracts, for anything from personal protection, event security, or handling ransom situations to government contracts. These parts would pay the wages and cover the expenditure. But Asher’s real aim and the thing he had set the company up for, was to do unpaid work tracking down more criminal organizations that were trafficking people, and use the resources he had to save as many victims as he could. Victims like I’d been. He wanted to save as many as he could, and he was only willing to employ people who shared that attitude and had the skills needed to help him in his mission.

I had cried when he told me his plans. All I could think of was people just like me, who were trapped and ready to give up, all hope lost, being saved from the bowels of Hell that they found themselves trapped in. Harris and his team were already doing everything they could to help too, especially Aleks and his computer skills, and the business was already growing fast, despite the fact it had only been running for a matter of weeks.

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