Page 64 of Wraith
Beast grinned, a look that lit up his handsome face. “Come on. Fleur is dying to meet you.”
The front door opened and a woman stepped out. Amelia couldn’t help thinking how beautiful she was. Her curves made her even sexier than Amelia could have imagined. Amelia waved.
“Welcome!” Miracle Jones said. “Come on in.”
She kissed Beast deeply making Amelia blush.
“I’m heading back to HQ,” Mouth said. “It was nice meeting you guys. Get some rest before the rest of the crazy team descends on you. Let us know when you’re ready.”
Wraith laughed and shook Mouth’s hand. “Thank you.”
Inside the house was beautiful, but Amelia was exhausted. All she wanted was a nice plate of hot food, a shower and a bed with Wraith. Beast gave Wraith the lay of the land while Amelia followed Fleur.
“How are you doing?” Fleur asked.
“A little shook,” Amelia replied. “It’s not every day I get shot at, you know?”
Fleur nodded. “I know. It was a little jarring for me too. Who am I kidding? It was a lot jarring for me. But I got through it. I think it would have been worse if I didn’t have the guys—if I didn’t have Beast.”
They were in the bedroom by then. Together, they sat on the side of the bed. “You know how these women are saying they love being independent women and they don’t need a man?”
Fleur nodded.
“I only partially understand that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t need a man to take care of me or to save me.” Amelia inhaled deeply, held the breath then exhaled loudly. “But there is something about the way Liam holds me, the way he looks at me—especially when we’re…”
“In bed?” Fleur asked then giggled. “Don’t worry. Zero judgements here. Listen to me. I know you barely know me. But I can honestly say I get it. I never came here to stay. Beast and his team were assigned by Tex to protect me and somehow along the way I looked at Beast as something other than a soldier. All it took was seeing him as a man—a good man—and I was hooked. Here I am, living on the other side of the world. And I regret nothing.”
“Can I ask you something really personal?”
Fleur smiled. “Sure.”
“Does he make you want to do things with him—dirty things—things you wouldn’t have done with any other man?”
“All the time.” Fleur admitted. “And at first, I was ashamed of myself, of my thoughts. When Beast found out what I was thinking be sat me down and explained there was nothing wrong with being a slut in his bed.”
Amelia’s cheeks heated.
“And there isn’t. Here was a man who enjoyed my body—even though it wasn’t perfect. I mean, I have my little more rolls than most women and some added junk in my trunk.”
Amelia laughed out loud. “Junk in your trunk, eh?”
“Well, yeah. A little more jelly.” Fleur giggled. “And he loves every inch of me. He wants to see my body, to touch it. He saw no shame. I knew then, this man adored me no matter what I looked like. Do you feel that with Wraith?”
“Yes.”
“Then, nothing to worry about.”
Amelia nodded. “Um…can I ask a favour?”
“Sure.”
“I need to find a lingerie store.”
Fleur laughed. “I don’t know why—Wraith looks like the kind of man who will tear it to pieces anyway.”
“The freaky little sluts inside me likes the sound of that.”
Fleur doubled over laughing. “Bad girl!” Fleur teased. “Bad girl.”
