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“Thank you,” I tell him, getting her settled at my breast. “No problem, babe. I’m just finishing up; I’ll be good to leave in about forty minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I reply with a smile. Alec bends and presses a quick kiss to my lips, then to Lexi’s head before he disappears back into the workshop.

“I’m glad to see you two have worked things out,” Gunny says in a gruff voice.

Looking up from Lexi, I agree, “Me too, Gunny. Me too.”

“You and Lexi have been good for him. I was worried he’d never grow up,” Gunny admitted. “He’s finally turned into the man I always knew he could be.”

“He’s had a good role model, Gunny,” I tell him with a small smile. I’ve always loved the gruff and slightly grumpy man. I especially loved the way he treated Bev.

Gunny waves a hand, a slight tinge of red on his cheeks, making me chuckle. Taking pity on him, I change the subject, and we spend the next half hour chatting while I wait for Alec to finish up so we can go home.

Chapter 15

ALEC

I’m in bed waiting for Bren to finish in the bathroom. I’d never gone back to my room after the first time we’d slept together. At first, I’d kept my stuff in the spare room, not wanting Bren to think that I was pushing my way into her life. Then one day I’d come home and found the room empty of my stuff and Bren packing my clothes away in the dresser and wardrobe in her room.

“If we’re going to do this, then we’re going to do it right,” she’d informed me. I wasn’t going to argue with her, not when I loved going to sleep and waking up with her in my arms.

The bathroom door opens, breaking me from my thoughts. Bren stands silhouetted in the lit doorway. She takes my breath away. Tonight, she’s wearing a royal blue nightgown, with thin straps and a slit up her right thigh. I love all her nightwear; every single one is sexy as fuck, but this one is one of my favourites. It clings to her body, outlining every sexy dip and curve. Her hair is down tonight, pushed back behind her ears.

She smiles when she catches me watching her. “What?” she asks, switching off the bathroom light.

“You’re gorgeous, do you know that?” I tell her. Red tinges her cheeks at my words.

“Thank you,” she says softly, putting a knee on the bed before slowly crawling up the bed, her long hair trailing up my body until she’s even with me. Watching me from under her lashes, she slips a leg over me and sinks down on my thighs, her pussy cushioning my cock that had started to harden as soon as I saw her in the doorway.

Wriggling her hips, she smirks at me. “He has to wait a minute; I have something to tell you first.”

Concerned at the tone of her voice, I’m instantly alert. Sitting up, I push a curl of hair away from her cheek and tilt her face to look at me, “What’s wrong?”

She looks uncertain for a minute before she speaks, “You know Ellie is special, right?”

Nodding, I wonder where this is going. “I mean,” Bren continues, still hesitant, “she sees things that not everyone else does.”

Again, I nod; we all know this, “She also has feelings about certain things, and so far she’s never been proved wrong.”

“I know, baby. What’s this about?”

“She thinks the murders that are on the news are being done by Christian Helmsworth,” Bren rushes out.

I’m silent for a bit as I process what Bren’s just said. She’s still looking worried and I’m not sure why.

“Have you let Reaper know?”

Bren nods, “Yeah, Beau told him after Ellie freaked out this afternoon when the report was on the news. He’s going to check with Greg to see if he knows any details.”

“Okay, so all we can keep doing for now is what we have been. Keep alert and ensure you never go anywhere unprotected,” I tellher, then I have to ask, “Why were you so worried about telling me?”

Bren shrugs slightly, running her finger down my chest towards the sheet that’s covering my lower body. Gripping her hand gently, I lift her fingers to my mouth, nipping them gently. “Baby, talk to me.”

“I guess I never know how people will take how Ellie is, and I’ve gotten used to protecting her. It’s silly because you’ve known her all her life, and you’ve never made fun of her.”

“Hey,” I say, lifting her chin with my finger so that she’s looking at me, “I’d never make fun of Ellie, and if anyone else does, you let me know and I’ll set them straight.”

The smile that lights up Bren’s face at my words has my cock twitching slightly. Threading my fingers through her hair, I tilt her head slightly, lick across her lower lip, then press a kiss to them. Taking my lips from hers so I can look into her eyes, I tell her, “Fuck, baby, you are so beautiful. I’m not sure how I got so lucky.”

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