Page 77 of Resolve
He opens his eyes, and they immediately lock onto me. It feels like I’m his anchor, holding him steady now that he’s latched on. I grab his arm.
“Dane, take his other side. We’re bringing him to the room.”
Aiden grunts. “Ibuprofen must’ve worn off,” he mutters. “I’ll take more.”
Tucking myself under his arm, I grab his wrist and start pulling him toward the stairs.
“I’ll watch her,” Reid murmurs, stepping in front of the door with his arms crossed to guard Bea.
“I’ll call Elias. Get security,” Aiden continues, determined to keep on top of everything.
Dane curses from under his other arm where it looks like Aiden’s leaning most of his weight. “How much fucking metal isonyou right now?”
“I’llcall Elias. You’re going to bed,” I argue through gritted teeth. “But if you could pick up your feet more, that would be great.”
Thank fuck, he does.
The stairs are still a bitch.
Up from the basement. Then up to the second floor.
At least we’re not on the top floor.
“How is he rich as fuck but doesn’t bother with an elevator in this fucking place,” Dane rages aloud when we finally make it off the stairs.
Aiden’s so overtired and feverish that I think he’s barely conscious enough to move his feet for us. The rest of his mental faculties have checked out as he rambles some nonsense that I think he thinks are commands for things that still need to be done.
Dane shoots me a look and eye roll, and I smirk back.
Once Jackson answers the door, his gift relieves us of his weight so we can get him to take more medicine, undress him, and lay him on the futon since Kellan is sprawled across the bed. Aiden drags me down with him, locking me against his heated bare chest with both arms and mumbling into my hair.“Nagging metal... bend it... quiet... shhh...”
I stroke my fingers over his skin. “Go to sleep.”
Dane snorts and pulls a sheet over us. “I’ll come get you when food’s here.”
“Call Elias so someone can swap out with Reid,” I add before he leaves, and he nods with a smirk.
“Sleep tight.”
Chapter twenty-six
Raegan
Aiden’ssurprisinglybetterafteronly a full day’s rest, and Kellan wakes up with him, starving. When I update Portia on our group finally being awake and coherent, we receive a group text from Elias less than five minutes later that he’s ordered a breakfast buffet to be set up on Hype’s dance floor.
“I don’t understand how you and Elias don’t get along,” I remark to Aiden while shimmying out of my shorts and one of his soft shirts in the bedroom. The others are waiting in the living area while Aiden and I dress in our regular clothes before we head downstairs to eat. “He’s such a nice guy. I really like him. He’s letting us stay here, he’s feeding us, he’s—”
A hand covers my mouth and shoves me into the wall. “Tell me again how much youreally likeanother man and see what happens,” Aiden croons, his voice smooth and dangerous. I clench my thighs as his voice makes my core throb. I don’t know how he does it. The sound of it alone, whispered in my ear, feels like he’s stroking my pussy. I struggle to move my head, and his grip tightens to hold me in place.
“We’ve already established that I’m a jealous man with the others.” He rubs his fingers over my underwear in taunting strokes. My legs twitch as pleasure blooms from his touch. “How do you think I’ll be if I hear you talking about someone else? If I hear you talking up another man outside of your existing harem?” He shifts the underwear aside and coats a finger in the arousal he’s already drawn from me.
I whimper behind his other hand.
“Shall I fuck you until the only name on your lips is mine? Make you come until you forget his name and everyone else’s?” He sinks two fingers into me, and they’re welcomed with slick passage. I moan, my eyes shuttering as those fingers curl and spark a current of need.
His hand shifts from my mouth to my throat, and he kisses me. I'm expecting it to be rough with his current mood. Teeth and tongue, and the demand for submission. Instead, it’s smooth and languorous. I arch into him, desire burgeoning through me with every soft stroke of his tongue. Every press of his mouth that lights me on fire, coaxing my soul from my body as his fingers pick up the pace, fucking my cunt and sucking my essence through my lips.
Pushing to my toes, I wrap a leg around his hips to grant him deeper access, my hands clawing at his shoulders, his nape, into his hair to remove any distance between us. The reason why he’s doing this has completely left my thoughts as I zero in on the pleasure building between my thighs. As I rock against his fingers to chase the orgasm that’s curling at the base of my spine.
