Page 91 of Healing Souls

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see it. “Yeah, yeah. I’m going to wait up for you guys to come back. Don’t be gone too long.”

“I’ve got it under control, brother. You don’t have to worry. But we’re going to have to deal with this tomorrow, and it probably won’t be pretty. Prepare yourself for her possibly being pissed at you. It’ll just depend on where her head is at.”

Furrowing my brows, I stop pacing Harley’s room and ask, “You aren’t going to tell her tonight that I called you?”

Noah lets out a loud laugh. “Fuck no. I don’t want to deal with that shit if she gets pissed at you. But I’ve gotta go. I just got here and now I have to prepare for the princess to show up.” He sighs.

“Take care of her,” I whisper.

“Always, brother.” With that, he ends the call.

Taking a deep breath, I run a hand through my hair and pace her room more. Fuck. I know I did the right thing but yet it felt wrong. It felt wrong because I don’t know how to fully trust people, just like Harley doesn’t.

But I do know without a doubt I can count on the people in this club. They are my real family. Not my father.

Letting out a groan, I flop back on her bed, her fresh, light scent hitting my nose. She never wears any kind of heavy scents, I’ve noticed. She uses soft ones: lavender, vanilla, eucalyptus, that kind of shit. I fucking love it.

The clearing of a throat has me jolting up to my feet and spinning towards the door where Rage leans against the doorframe—pissed off.

I breathe out, “Shit.”

“Shit indeed. We’ll deal with this fucking mess tomorrow. I need to go calm down,” Rage all but growls as he turns to leave. Right before he is out of sight, he looks back at me. “Ryker.” I meet his eyes that have softened slightly. “I’m really fucking proud of you.”

He walks away, leaving me standing here with a weird feeling in my chest. It’s not a bad feeling, but it just… Shit, someone is proud of me.

My lips tilt up into a small grin, and I sit back down on Harley’s bed. Exhaustion weighs heavy on me, but I need to stay up and wait for her to come back to make sure she’s really okay.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Harley

Slowlycrackingmyeyesopen, it takes me a second for everything from last night to come back to me.Fuck.I can only imagine the lecture I’m going to get. Letting out a small groan, I feel the warm arms around me tighten slightly.

Grayson clears his throat. “Um, good morning. Are you okay?” he murmurs.

Lifting my head off his chest, I look up at him, realizing just how close we are. My leg is thrown over his, and our arms are wrapped around each other while I lay half on top of him.

“I’m okay.” I give him a small smile.

His cheeks flush, and he hesitantly lifts a hand and runs it down my hair. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Did you seriously bypass me sleeping onyourbed to come and cuddle with Gray?” an amused voice says behind me.

Not taking my eyes off Grayson, I widen them and say, “Is now when I run or hide?”

Grayson’s face lights up with amusement, and he grabs the blanket and pulls it over my head. “What’s your problem, Ryker?” he asks sweetly.

He chuckles, “Pain in the asses. Both of you. You could have woken me up. I was waiting for you.” I can hear his voice getting closer, but then it goes silent.

A second later, I feel the bed dip behind me and a large hand wrapping around my waist under the blanket to roll me onto my back. Ryker pulls the blanket away, and I look up at his handsome face. “Hi,” I whisper.

His eyebrows raise. “Hi?” he questions. “You’re not allowed to tell me no at night anymore.”

I open my mouth preparing to shut that down because it isn’t his choice, his mouth descends on mine, and he kisses me. As his mouth covers mine hungrily, his hands roam down my sides, sending tingles through my body.

I want more.I want his lips everywhere.

“Ryker,” I moan.

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