Page 65 of Wraith
It tooksome time to get settled but soon Amelia was heading out the door with Barbie and Fleur. Liam didn’t seem to want to let her go. She kissed him and left with her new friends. Fleur drove a black Dodge Charger, a seriously kickass car which roared like Wraith as he climaxed.
Amelia blushed.
“You know what that was, right?” Fleur asked.
Amelia looked up. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Wraith not wanting you to go,” Barbie said from the backseat. “Wraith not wanting you to leave just now?”
“Um…”
“He’s still high on the adrenaline of what has happened,” Barbie said. “He’s still afraid of the world hurting you. It’s going to take a little while for him to relax the death grip. Try not to be angry with him.”
“Do you hold on to Crash like that?” Amelia asked.
“Yes. Even though he’s now a member of CIRO. It scares me and I know he gets terrified every time I have to suit up.”
“These men of ours are rare,” Fleur said. “They hold on a little tighter because they know the evils out there. But they understand we like having our independence, to move around as we see fit and will not tolerate anything overbearing.”
Amelia nodded. “What you’re saying is I should cut Liam some slack?”
“Precisely.” Barbie and Fleur chorused.
Amelia thought through their words. Even as they made their way through a mall, a few stores and then stopped to get food. By the time they turned toward Fleur’s home again, Amelia was nervous. Fleur and Barbie hugged her, gave her words of encouragement then reunited with Beast. Barbie headed inside but only to grab a black helmet. Amelia watched as the sniper went into Beast’s garage and rolled out a motorcycle.
She’s bad ass and rides a Harley – of course she rides a Harley!
“Okay, we’re going,” Fleur said while Beast stacked their suitcase in the back of his truck. She handed the keys of her Dodge to Wraith. “Take care of my baby.”
“I will. Thank you.”
“I’m gonna head home to Crash and the girls,” Barbie said.
“Our numbers are on the fridge,” Beast said. “If you need anything, call.”
“We will,” Amelia replied. She reached across to hug Beast then Barbie. “Thank you for this.”
“Don’t mention it.” Fleur said.
Finally alone, Wraith escorted her back inside and kissed her deeply. Amelia sighed and tangled her arms around his neck. She leaned into the smooch, moaning at the heat and taste of it.
“Hold that thought,” Amelia said and peeled her body from his arms.
“We have to talk, Hummingbird.”
Those words stopped her cold. After an eternity, she picked up a red and black bag but didn’t turn to face him. “You promised.”
“Hummingbird.”
“No!” Amelia faced him. “You promised—one last time.”
“Hummingbird, what are you talking about?”
“We need to talkis the kiss of death, Liam. Everyone knows this.” She lifted her chin. “Give me tonight. You don’t even have to stay afterward. I only want to feel you again, to remember how you feel against me with nothing between us. Please—don’t go back on your word now.”
Liam nodded but he didn’t stop her from walking away. She hurried into the bathroom and stripped down. She shaved her legs, groomed herself then climbed into the shower. Though she had no idea what to do with her hair, she would worry after she was out of the tub.
When she was finally forced to face the facts, her hair had been ruined from the cold, lack of taking care of it—she had a ways to go with it before it looked presentable. Hoping Fleur wouldn’t mind, she found some hair products, then blow dried her hair. She braided it down the top of her head and exhaled.
