Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“I need to go to the house today,” he told me.
I knew the house was where he lived with the other Lords of the Underworld.
“Okay.”
I didn’t want to think that he was going to have sex with some girl there. I wasn’t sure I could handle it. No, I knew I couldn’t handle it. I would never be able to just do things like that and remain friends. My heart was already too invested in him as it was.
“Can you be ready to go in an hour? I’ll dress Jag.”
I stared at him, confused. “Go where?” I asked.
“To the house.”
I pointed at my chest. “You want me and Jagger to go to the house of the Lords of the Underworld?”
The idea terrified me and intrigued me at the same time. It was also a relief. If he was taking us, then he wasn’t going to have sex at one of their sex parties or whatever they did there.
“Yeah, it’s time you got to know them. And time they met you. And Jag. Trinity will have breakfast on the table in the next hour, but I’ll text her and let her know we are coming. She’ll make them wait on us.”
Trinity? He’d mentioned her before. She was married to one of them. I couldn’t remember who. We didn’t talk much about that part of his life.
“Will they be okay with you bringing us?” I asked.
He laughed. “They’re gonna be thrilled.”
Oh. Well, okay. I started to ask if it was safe to take Jagger, but then I looked over at the bouncy seat, swing, and stroller that had been given to us by Blaise Hughes’s wife. She had a son, and he’d mentioned another one who had a pregnant girlfriend. Clearly, they were good with children.
“What do I wear?” I asked.
“Anything you want. Just wear a bra. Please.” His eyes dropped to my breasts, and his eyes flared. “Maybe go do that now.”
I hurried from the room, wondering if this was Kye drawing the line in the sand again. Making sure we kept things on the friend side. He’d been sure to keep me from acting different, and I appreciated it. The problem was, just because he could keep his emotions and sexual things separate, I couldn’t.
Twenty-Three
Kye
“Should we take in the car seat or carry him?” Genesis asked.
I looked over at her as I parked the truck inside the garage. She was wearing a flowy, lacy cream-colored top that was cut too low for my comfort and a short blue jean skirt with turquoise featherlike fringe along the bottom. I knew she’d designed both the top and skirt. I’d seen her drawing the sketches back in December. Mom was going to want this in her stores. I hoped she’d sent her pictures.
“He’s awake,” I replied. “And the girls are going to want to hold him. No reason to take in the seat. He’s going to get a lot of attention.”
Genesis frowned. “Girls?”
I could tell by the look in her eyes that she thought I was referring to the females we had all been known to bring around and fuck once. That no longer happened in this house though. Not since every male here but me was now owned by a woman.
“When I say girls, I mean, Huck’s wife, Trinity; Levi’s wife, Aspen; and Gage’s fiancée, Shiloh. I didn’t see Trev’s or Saxon’s vehicles, so Gypsi and Haisley won’t be here.”
The relief on her face made me want to laugh. Had she honestly thought I’d bring her somewhere around women I’d fucked? Apparently, she had. I needed to make sure she didn’t think shit like that anymore.
“Oh, well, okay,” she replied, smiling now.
I got out of the truck and went to get Jagger from his seat. He was checking things out with interest. I grinned and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Damn, he was cute. His white-blond hair seemed to be getting thicker. I’d noticed that Genesis was brushing it every day now with a soft, little baby brush.
Genesis walked around and closed the door behind me. The diaper bag that she’d bought at the store last week was hung over her shoulder. Her eyes met mine, and I could tell she was nervous. She had no reason to be. Once we walked in there, she was going to be instantly welcomed.
“This way,” I told her and headed for the door leading into the house.
I pressed the security code, then opened the door and waved for her to go inside. The light was on in the first room, and I saw her eyes go big as she took in the walls of ammunition.
I closed the door behind us and put my free hand on her hip to turn her in the direction of the next door.
“That’s,” she said in a whisper, “a lot.”