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“Now,” Club growls just as he slams inside me and holds, his cock jumping in my core, forcing me into another release. I can’t cry out because Spade does the same to my throat, filling it until it spills out around my lips and drips down my cheeks. When they finish, they pull out, leaving me suspended between them until they gently unwrap me and lower me to the ground.
“That’s our queen,” Club coos as they embrace me, his mouth sliding over the mess on my face—Spade’s mess. “So perfect and ours.”
They drop tiny, featherlight kisses over my face, down my neck, and along my shoulders, and I can’t help the goose bumps that erupt along my arms. I let them hold me, let them love me, and when I wrap my arms around them and sigh, they nestle closer.
“I think I like aerial silks,” I croak, my voice raw.
Their soft chuckles make my heart swell, and I pull them tighter against me.
My tiger tamer and my sword swallower.
Chapter
Forty-Five
“Remember, best behavior,” I warn them.
Greg’s eyebrow arches, and Melvin sighs at me since I’ve already repeated this a million times this morning. The truth is, we have no choice but to go into town. We need supplies for all the new members we’ve been taking in, and Melvin and Greg volunteered to go. I think Greg only did it for Melvin, since he’s grown protective of the kid, and Melvin wants to help so desperately. He’s still healing, but he’s doing a lot better, and as he has healed, his personality has begun to shine. He, along with Greg, have been looking after the other kids, but it’s clear he wants to do more. It’s almost like he’s worried that if he isn’t useful enough, we’ll leave him behind. We won’t, we’ve told him that, but I know it’s a hard instinct to lose.
Greg, he, and I drive into town. The guys are busy, and I know they won’t be happy, but when Melvin approached me with the idea, worried about some of the kids’ missing items, I couldn’t say no. I don’t see any harm in going to a shop in broad daylight. The town is small and quiet. They haven’t seemed bothered by our arrival, and I know we are far away from the cops and Roger, but I’m not dumb. I keep my eyes peeled, and at the first sight of danger, we’re out of here.
“We could have asked some of the hands,” Greg reminds me as we climb from Diamond’s car. He’s right, we could have, but I guess Melvin isn’t the only one feeling the need to prove themself useful.
“We’re here now.” I smile at him, wrapping my jacket tighter around me. As we step onto the sidewalk before the store, we automatically put Melvin between us, and we smile at each other when we realize what we did. Greg opens the door and holds it for us, and we duck inside as a tiny bell rings.
It’s a small store, clearly family run, with bright white walls with posters and sales. There are only five aisles, but it’s enough for what we need. A bored, young man is reading the paper behind the register at the back. He doesn’t even look up as we enter, only shouts, “Hello.”
It’s perfect.
Grabbing a few baskets, I hand one to each of them. “Get everything we need, and we’ll meet at the checkout. Don’t worry about expense. Let’s ensure they never want for anything.”
I watch them hurry down different aisles, and I choose the hygiene section. There are a few young girls, so I make sure to fill the basket with anything we might need before dropping it at the register and grabbing another. I’d rather make fewer trips into town, especially right now, so it’s important we stock up when we can.
“Do you have any more of this?” I hold up the bottle I need, and the bored kid blinks at me before glancing at it.
“Uh, in the back, I think. Let me check.” He looks me over once more, his cheeks heating, before he ducks into the back of the shop. I browse the aisle, crouching to grab some pads from the bottom shelf, when the bell over the door rings. I spare it a look but don’t see anyone, so I turn back to the pads and grab a bunch more of different sizes for the future. A shuffle of feet echoes in the aisle.
“Ember.” My name is tight with worry and fear—Melvin.
I jerk my head up, frowning, before terror fills me and I freeze.
Standing at the end of the aisle is Melvin, the basket gone from his hand, his face pale, and there is a hand on his shoulder in a clear threat. It’s the one person in this world I never wanted to see again—Roger, my husband.
He smiles at me. “Hello, wife. I’ve missed you.”
I straighten, leaving the basket on the floor as I face the man who still haunts my dreams. The daylight illuminates him, making him look like an angel, but I know the devil that hides under that charming smile and perfect clothing. For a moment, I’m back to hiding in the dark, hoping he won’t hurt me.
I’m not her anymore.
Stepping closer, I drop my eyes to Melvin. “It’s okay,” I tell him, forcing a smile before I meet Roger’s eyes again. “Let him go.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” Roger’s hand constricts on his shoulder, and Melvin’s eyes tighten, but he doesn’t let out any sound indicating it hurts, even though we both know it does. My hands clench into fists at my sides.
“What do you want?” I demand.
“What do I want?” His laugh startles me. It’s sudden and wrong. “I want my wife to come home, of course.”
“Never happening. Let him go and leave, Roger. Just leave us alone. I spared you once. I won’t do it again,” I warn.
