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Sated and exhausted, I curl into his chest as his arms band around me. My eyes fall closed as I snuggle deeper into his warmth, inhaling the ever-comforting scent of his shower gel.
Since meeting him, Kai has been my port in the storm. My safe haven when everything with Hawk and Wilder was complete shit, my security blanket when it came to Mel. Even now, when there are no threats to my life and everything with Wilder and Hawk has been resolved, he still remains my sanctuary. My shelter against the world.
With Kai, I know that no matter what happens, he will always be on my side. He’ll forever have my back. I trust him implicitly. I trust his instincts and know without a doubt that he will protect not only me but Hawk and Wilder too. He might see Laura’s murder as the event that broke him, but I believe that it made him. It was the cornerstone that formed the protective man I know and love today. Surviving that loss is why I never have to worry about harm coming to any of us—Kai will do anything to ensure he never loses anyone else again.
Just like I would do anything to ensure I never lose him. Or Hawk. Or Wilder.
Chapter3
EMILIA
Aknock on Kai’s bedroom door early the next morning wakes me. “West just called,” Hawk barks through the door. “He’s got intel off Mel’s phone.”
Kai and I share a bleary-eyed look before he calls out to Hawk, telling him we’ll be down shortly.
“What do you think he’s found?” I ask as I hurriedly climb out of bed.
“No clue. It might be nothing.”
“Or it could be something.”
“Let’s shower, then we can go downstairs and find out for certain.”
As soon as he mentions the word shower, my eyes drop to take in the expanse of skin he has on display, and my cheeks heat at the reminder of all the dirty things we got up to last night.
My gaze snaps back to his face when he emits a low, pained groan. “You can’t look at me like that, Blackbird. Otherwise, we’ll never make it downstairs.”
I bite down on my lower lip, and mutter an apology, although we both know I’m not sorry at all.
The shower is one of the most challenging ones I’ve ever taken. Every time Kai’s arm brushes against mine, or when he offers to shampoo my hair, I try to will his hands to move further south. When I arch my back against the blissful touch of his fingers scrubbing my scalp, I feel the press of his long, solid length against my ass, and he hisses, sounding just as frustrated as I am.
However, as badly as I want to climb Kai like a tree and come all over his amazing cock, I really need answers about Mel. We all do. We need to find out who she is so we can put all of it to bed and move on with our lives. That desire to find out who she is dampens the lust currently trying to eat me alive.
“Fucking hell,” Kai grumbles as he shuts off the water and grabs towels for us off the heated rail. “I’m never showering with you again unless I can pin you against the wall and listen to your sweet screams drown out the water.”
A shiver of desire snakes down my spine, and I’m half tempted to order him back into the cubicle so we can do exactly that.
He must see the war raging within me as he smirks knowingly. “Come on, Blackbird, let’s go find out what West’s found.”
“About fucking time,” Hawk grumbles when we emerge in the kitchen five minutes later.
Kai gives him the stink eye before grabbing coffee for us both. Ignoring Hawk’s pissy mood, I move toward him and wrap my arms around his waist.
I marginally relax when he returns the embrace.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him quietly.
“Nothing,” he murmurs against my neck, burying his nose in the juncture at my shoulder. “I just missed you last night. I’m used to having you in my bed or being in yours every night.” He blows out a breath. “This sharing thing is harder than I thought it would be.”
Tilting my head back to look up into his eyes, I gently brush my fingers along his scar. It’s healing nicely, but the skin is still red and raw looking.
“I miss you, too. Am I staying with you tonight, still?”
He nods, leaning in to kiss me. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Is there anything else I can do to make this easier for you?” I ask, concerned.
“You’re doing everything perfectly. It’s me.” He sighs, and I can tell it pains him to say the next words. “I’m struggling.”
