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“I do not snore,” I protest, glowering at him as he shares alookwith Slate that says I’m lying.
“You don’t,” Slate says. “Of course you don’t. You’re our perfect lady. You don’t even fart. You just sprinkle unicorn dust, and—”
I mime shoving my fingers down my throat and retching. “Too much. I get that you should be grovelling, but stop spouting bullshit to get on my good side.”
He just laughs.
“How about a cuddle pile?” I suggest when we reach the door to my room.
“We can’t afford for them to notice we’re all missing,” Slate points out. “Arlo can stay with you tonight. With any luck, Miguel will think he’s out at a party. Tomorrow morning, we’ll come and get you ready for Prophet.”
I blush at the reminder of what Dodger ordered earlier. “I’ve never worn one for a long time before,” I admit. “Not around other people.”
Slate grins. “Had you ever had sex in a restaurant before tonight?”
I shake my head.
“Did you enjoy it?” Arlo asks, and I feel his gaze boring into my head.
I bite my lip and grin. “Yeah.”
“Then trust us,” Slate finishes. “And if you hate it—and given how Lo’s finger in your ass set you off, I don’t think you will—then we’ll take it out, and no one has to know.”
“But if you love it like I think you will,” Dodger finishes, crowding me against the door. “The rest of us are going to have hard-ons imagining you squirming all day long.”
“What a shame.” I slide my key card into my door and twist the handle. “I’m sure you can take care of each other.”
Slate barks out a laugh. “Nah, I don’t want my dick anywhere near their pasty asses.”
Dodger presses a kiss to my lips. “Sweet dreams, baby girl. See you in the morning.”
I kiss him back, then Slate, and watch the two of them disappear down the corridor wistfully until Arlo shuts the door.
“I call little spoon,” he says, starting to strip off his jacket, only to stop halfway. “Turn off the light?”
I’m halfway to the bathroom, but I stop and cock my head at him. “You can’t tell me you’re shy now.”
His eyes dart down. “No… it’s just… my arms aren’t pretty.”
Frowning, because every inch of him is gorgeous, I shrug and keep walking. “Whatever you want, but I don’t care.”
When I return, he’s already in bed, with only the lamp on the table to illuminate him. I tiptoe around him, pausing as he chokes out a laugh.
“Does that sayStabby before 9 a.m.?”
I shrug, glancing down at the cute knife-wielding koala on my chest. “It was a present from Naomi. She likes stabbing her marks.”
He shakes his head and turns to face me as I climb beneath the covers. “I can’t believe you grew up in a house full of assassins.”
“You’re looking at the original,” I reply, smiling. “But yeah, it was fun. I loved having so many sisters. It’s part of why I’ve always wanted a big family.” I pause. “Now, you wanted to be little spoon?”
He flashes me a wicked grin and turns around so fast it almost gives me whiplash. “Snuggle me hard, Dark. Otherwise, I might fall out of bed.”
I snort and wrap my arm around him, sneaking my upper leg between both of his and burying my nose in his back, breathing in his leather scent.
Then I fight the urge to stiffen as his arm emerges from the covers to switch off the lamp and I catch sight of the scars.
That’s why he wanted the light out.
