Page 88 of Dark Surrender

Dark

Someone bangs on Iris’s front door.

Once. Twice.

There’s a pause, and just when I think the assholes will get a clue that we’re busy and go away, it happens again.

There’s a woman fast asleep in my arms, her head on my chest, and I have no desire to change that. Whoever’s here needs to fuck off. Iris is tired. Just as she should be after three orgasms.

The third round of bangs has me ready to commit murder.

To handle this before they wake Iris up, I roll her onto her side of the bed, tuck the blankets around her, get up, throw on the jeans I left in the pile on the floor, and I pad to the front door to peek out of the hole to see who’s here.

Kali. Cell. Till.

Great.

“We know Dark’s here. His bike is out front, so just open the damn door!” Cell yells.

Snorting at her attitude, I unlock the deadbolt and rip open the door, shirtless, with my pants unbuttoned and my fly down. To get my point across that they can come back later, I take up the entire doorway.

Cell’s cheeks turn tomato red when she inspects my scarred chest and state of undress. “Dark.” Her surprised gasp is the icing on the cake.

Kali, immune to me, rolls her eyes. “We came to see if Iris would like to grab ice cream with us and go shopping.”

Well, fuck.

She’d probably love that.

“Iris is sleeping,” I explain.

“It’s three in the afternoon,” Cell throws out with too much bite.

I stare directly at her and arch a brow in hopes she gets the drift without me having to spell out that I was in bed with her friend, making her come. She definitely doesn’t need to know I got off twice and now have a friction burn on my shaft from all the dry humping.

When Cell makes a strangled noise in her throat, Till laughs and clasps her sister on the shoulder.

Message received.

I focus on Kali, who’s grinning like a madwoman. She reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out a small, tumbled rose quartz that she hands to me with a wink.

Oh, I know what it’s for. Kali’s been in my life for over two decades. I’m fluent in Crystal Talk. This one is heart-chakra shit for love and a slew of other things I give zero fucks about. She brought this on purpose because she knew I’d be here. Which tracks, given that I’m still crashing in my son’s old room.

Shaking my head, I chuckle at her gift and tuck it into my front pocket. “Come back in twenty. I’ll get her up and see if she’d like a girls’ day.”

Not waiting for a reply, I shut the door on them and head back into the bedroom where I find my woman sprawled out all sexy and delicious on the mattress.

Quietly approaching her side of the bed, I draw the backs of my fingers down Iris’s cheek.

Her eyelids flutter open.

“Sweetheart, Cell, Kali, and Till would like to take you out for ice cream and to do some shopping.”

“They would?” Iris yawns and stretches.

“Yeah. They just came by. I told ‘em to come back in twenty.”

Iris drops her attention from my face to my chest, then to my unbuttoned jeans. “Did you answer the door lookin’ like that?” The edge of her mouth ticks up in a cute little grin.