Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
The front door slammed open and she screamed in fear, hiding her face.
“Fuck! Sorry, Tink, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She turned her head, then flung herself at Loki, who approached them. He picked her up, holding her against his chest. Neither man scolded her for her actions. Instead, Remy stood and sandwiched her between them.
“I’ll leave you now. We need to start looking into this woman.” Ed moved toward the door, shutting it behind him.
And leaving them alone.
“Tink,” Loki said. “Fuck. Fuck! I should never have left you alone. This is on me.”
“No, no,” she said firmly. “You are not taking this on. She was a fucking psychopath, and she would have found another way to get to me. Do not blame yourself. Please . . . I couldn’t bear if you blamed yourself.”
She started to sob and they both started talking to her quietly. Giving her words of praise and love.
“I love you both so much,” she finally said. “I just want all this to be over. And for us to live without fear or drama or crazy women shooting at us. So please . . . can nobody blame themselves for this and instead, can the two of you just promise to never let me go.”
“I won’t,” Remy told her. “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine.”
“Forever,” Loki added. “My girl. Our life.”
She hugged them tight. “We’ve all earned our happy ever after.”
EPILOGUE
Loki was exhausted as he walked into his house. He’d spent the last three days working out-of-state. But all of that exhaustion drained away as he stepped into the living room.
“So that’s why the door was locked,” he murmured with a smirk, coming to a stop as he watched them.
“The door should always be locked,” Remy told him with a stern look.
He studied the two of them. Remy was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa. He held a small vibrator to Isa’s clit as she sat on his lap, facing out.
Naked.
Beautiful.
“This. This is it.”
“What is it?” Remy asked as he removed the vibrator from Isa’s clit. Wait . . . was that something in her pussy? Her rainbowrator? The base was between Remy’s legs while the shaft was buried deep inside her tight pussy.
Fuck, yes.
“This is the way I want to be greeted every time I go away. Just. Like. This.”
Remy snorted as Loki divested himself of his clothes.
It had been close to nine weeks since Shawn’s crazy wife had turned up here with a gun.
They still had ongoing issues from what happened. Afterward, Isa had nightmares every night for almost three weeks. Loki hadn’t been able to leave her alone, he’d even started following her into the bathroom. Which she didn’t seem to appreciate.
Loki didn’t see what the big deal was. It was a bodily function. They all did it. Why couldn’t he stay in the room while she peed or pooped?
All right . . . so perhaps he could see why that was a step too far.
Still . . . at the time he hadn’t been happy.
This was the first time he’d been away from her for any length of time since they’d all gotten together. It had been fucking hard.
“Isabelle might not like that,” Remy said. “Considering that she’s being punished.”
Loki’s eyes widened as he kneeled down in front of them to watch Remy apply the vibrator to her clit again. Fuck. She was so wet. How long had they both been sitting here like this? Doing this?
And what did she do?
“Is that why she’s not talking?” Loki asked, staring up into her face as she bit down on her lip, clearly trying to hold herself back from giving in and finding her release.
“After cussing me out, she lost the right to talk unless she has to say her safeword,” Remy said calmly, taking the vibrator away. “But you may speak to Loki for a few minutes, baby girl.”
“Loki!” she cried. “Remy is being so mean to me! Make him stop!”
“What? No, I missed you, Ki-Ki? No, you’re even more ruggedly handsome than I remember?”
“I missed you. I’m so glad you’re home.” She threw her arms around his neck, moaning softly. “But seriously, he’s killing me.”
“That’s it. Silent now,” Remy said sternly.
Hmm. Just what did she do?
He raised his eyebrows, looking up at Remy. “What did Tink do to deserve this?”
Remy put the vibrator back on her clit. “I got home earlier to find she wasn’t here.”
Oh hell.
She now had a rule that if she left the house, she was to let one of them know where she was going. Then text when she got there, when she left, and when she got home.
It might seem controlling. However, the alternative was more so. Keeping her with him at all times.
“Tink, you promised me,” he said in a low stern voice. “You promised if I left that you would be a good girl and let Remy know where you were at all times.”