Page 64 of Lore
But I don’t give a fuck, this is just a taste of what she’s going to get the second we’re alone.
Plus, the twins need a reminder of just who she belongs to.
When I pull away, she’s breathless—just how she makes me feel every time I look at her.
ATIANA
It’s been a few hours, and Lore and the men still aren’t back. If anything happens to any of them, I mean, I know Trent is no badass. He can’t fight or anything, but he’s a manipulative bastard, and what about these connections he was referring to? Trent is smart and calculating.
“They’re going to be fine,” Lu assures me, placing a box of cupcakes in front of me. “Eat… it will make you feel better.”
Haze shakes his head, smirking. He’s one of the few men left behind to watch over us. “This is why I have to do extra time in the gym.”
Lu rolls her eyes and points to his stomach. “You have an eight-pack.”
“And I just ate an eight-pack of cookies,” he replies, lifting one of her blonde curls and twirling it around his fingers. “Which means, we should go and do some sparring. What do you think?”
“Now?” Lu asks, looking both intrigued and horrified.
“You know, I need to admit something to you both,” I blurt out, and both sets of eyes turn to me.
“The first night I was here, I went down into the kitchen to get something to drink…”
Lu’s brows furrow, her eyes suddenly widening when she realizes what I’m getting at. “Oh my God.”
Haze laughs, his shoulders shaking. “I knew someone was there, but I didn’t know who.”
Lu slaps his arm. “It’s not funny! That was her first impression of us.” She turns to me. “I am so sorry… free desserts for life. We probably traumatized you. If you need to see a therapist, I’ll pay for that too.”
“Or it made her hot enough to give Lore another chance.” Haze smirks, his amber eyes dancing with amusement.
I burst out laughing, and in the end, they both join me.
Suit sits next to me and takes out one of the Biscoff cupcakes. “Fuck, yeah. I knew it was a good choice to stay behind.”
“I’m surprised Lore let you stay behind,” Haze replies, smirking.
“He didn’t want me to,” Suit explains, licking some icing off his lips. “But Prez asked him when he’d become President.”
“Oh shit,” Haze mutters, his shoulder shaking as he laughs.
Suit rubs the pad of his thumb across his lower lip. “Apparently, he doesn’t trust me with his precious cargo.”
“Does he mean me or Dove?” I tease, knowing how jealous Lore gets whenever Suit holds her.
Suit grins and casually rolls up his shirt sleeves. I share a look with Lu, who also stares in interest as his arms are revealed. Arm porn in real time.
“I’m right here,” Haze reminds her, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. “Sparring time.” He turns to us and calls out, “No one comes to the gym!”
“I’ve already learned my lesson,” I mutter.
“I hope they sanitize afterward,” he comments, his smile widening as Dove runs up to him. “Uncle Suit!”
“Uncle?” I tease, and she nods as Suit lifts her onto his lap.
“Bones said he’s my uncle,” she explains, putting her finger in her mouth and studying him. “So you my uncle too.”
The way she says uncle sounds more like uncal.
