Page 139 of Renegade Rift

Juliet wipes away the stray bit of melted chocolate left on the corner of my mouth and licks it from her finger. “It’s the secret ingredient.”

“I swear if you say love, I won’t make you come again tonight.”

“Then I won’t say it, but you’ll know.”

I laugh as she takes a bite of her own s’more and sighs.

Happy.

Content.

Mine.

“Let’s put away everything so Lodhi doesn’t get it, and then I want you in my bed tonight.”

“Do I get to come?”

“As many times as you want.”

“Deal.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

JULIET

I thought sharing a bed with Ford would mean waking up wrapped in his arms.

Wishful thinking.

It shocked the hell out of me when the sound of purring woke me, and it wasn’t my chest Lodhi was curling up on. Then my insides flip-flopped when I rolled over and found him snuggled up on the broad muscles of the man who made me come not once, but twice last night before reminding me what it could be like to make love with someone.Not to mention the three additional times he had me screaming his name before finally letting me sleep.

Everything about last night was raw and real, yet somehow held a magic that doesn’t seem possible.

And now hell has frozen over because Lodhi has chosen Ford’s chest instead of mine.

I reach out and scratch the space between my cat’s ears, silently mouthing what a good boy he is.

Ford’s right eye pops open, and he looks at me, then back at Lodhi. “Is he going to claw my nipple if I move?”

I laugh, glancing down at where Lodhi’s paw is precariously close to Ford’s sensitive peak. “I think you’re safe.”

“Are you sure? He’s been known to be an asshole where I’m concerned.”

“Lodhi? An asshole to you?” I tease. “Never.”

Ford arches a brow and levels me with a silent plea for help.

“Here,” I concede and take Ford’s hand in mine, guiding it so together we pet my sometimes-feral orange tabby cat.

Lodhi leans into our touch and surprisingly, when I move my hand away, he allows Ford to keep petting him.

“Maybe we’ve turned over a new—ow!” Ford yelps as my cat digs his claws into his chest and jumps off the bed.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle my laugh. “It’s progress.”

“I guess I’ll take it.” Ford grunts, rollinghis eyes. “But only if you come over and take his place.”

Shaking my head, I slide across the softest sheets I’ve ever had the privilege of sleeping on and cuddle into Ford’s chest.

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