Page 144 of Salvaged Hearts

“No?”

“No,” he scoffed playfully. My growing smirk had him narrowing his eyes down at me. “No meddling,” he barked.

I put my hands up and shook my head. “No idea what you’re talking about, Reynolds. I’m too busy to meddle these days.”

“Better be,” he grumbled, shoving me playfully sideways. “Christ, woman. Grey and Ollie are bad enough. I don’t need it from you, too. Some of us are better off alone.”

“That’s what Greyson said,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, well, Grey’s an idiot.”

I burst out laughing a beat before Leighton scooted up beside me and handed me a martini. “The babies are conspiring against us,” she declared.

“Excellent. Keep this one preoccupied so she can’t be a menace,” Jax grumbled. “Tiny dictators are right up her alley.”

My retort was cut short as someone cut the sound to the live band, the beginning notes ofIce Ice, Babyby Vanilla Ice coming on over the built-in speakers as blue and purple lights began pulsating to the music. Brows merging with my hairline, I looked between Leigh and Jax before we all whirled to the sound of Greyson groaning, “Max!”

Max’s evil laugh had us all busting at the seams by the time Greyson appeared, still shaking his head as the light show continued. But when his eyes found mine, his scowl splintered into a soft little smile.

“I have a surprise for you,” he murmured, bypassing our company to wrap those glorious palms around my waist as people began to sing along.

“Another one?!” I balked. A cold nose booped my thigh, and I glanced down to see an expectant Cap, like he was in on his crazy daddy’s secret.

“Yeah, baby, another one. Let me steal you for a moment.”

“You get her all the time!” Leighton protested, a little slant to her lips. Whatever occurred in the hours I was out in that hospital, the two of them had forged an adorable friendship—albeit, it was full of sarcasm and friendly jabs they claimed as a love language.

“Just another moment,” he promised, weaving our fingers together.

“Use protection,” Jax barked after us, sending my skin flaming as I glared at Greyson like the fucker’s big mouth was his fault.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered, swallowing his humor.

Curious, I abandoned the chatter of the party and followed my husband into the blue glow of sunset.

31

Okay, Pavlov

ALICE

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“Kinky,” I teased as Greyson set his hands over my eyes.

“You have no idea,” he said as he rocked his hips into my ass, nudging me forward.

“I think I’m beginning to,” I insisted. “Surprised you didn’t pull out one of our blindfolds.” Sex with Greyson was still soul-shattering a few hundred times later. I would think I’d grow immune to his gloriously possessive hands, but that had certainly yet to happen. Some days, he worshipped me; others, we just needed to fuck. But it was always his wonderful affirmations poured over my needy little heart that made me melt.

“Thought about it, believe me. But they’re like a trigger for me. I just look at one and go painfully hard.”

“Okay, Pavlov.”

“Maybe let’s not refer to me as a slobbering dog when I’m thinking about your nipples in my mouth.”

Laughing, we continued on to the soothing crash of waves that gradually swallowed the sound of the party as he guided my steps through shifting sand. “I still don’t get any clues?”

“Shhh, just enjoy the waves.”

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