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“It is really strange,” Rafe adds in agreement. He continues thoughtfully, “I think when we’ve sorted the Hunt thing out, we should head back to Serendipity and go and check out his place. See if he’s there, or if there’s something there that could tell us why he’s calling you.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Jensen agrees, looking relieved. “I’m not going to be able to let it go now. I wasn’t able to before, not really. That’s why I’ve still got his letter. I’ll keep an eye on my phone and messages too, hopefully he’s going to call again, and I’ll actually be able to understand him. I don’t think that he was just calling for a catch-up, not considering the circumstances under which he called me.”

“Yeah, I think you’re probably right,” Luc agrees.

“Alright, that’s a plan then. We’ll ask Pete about it in the morning, and we’ll head back to Serendipity after we’ve dealt with Hunt,” Trick summarizes. We all nod, and Trick smiles. “Bed?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I grin.

I don’t wait for anything else to happen or be said. I am barely managing to stay awake, and all I can think about right now is my bed.

To be honest, I might have an unhealthy obsession with my bed.

As I get to the kitchen door though, everyone else is streaming past me and giving me kisses on the way past, I realize that Trick isn’t with us. He has a mug in his hands, and he’s making his way over to the table where his laptop is already waiting for him.

He’s worrying.

About Elijah, about the Hunt case, about Liam being involved, and probably a thousand other things that it hasn’t even occurred to me to worry about.

I follow him into the room.

He looks up with a smile. “Are you okay, Sweetheart?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’m good. I think you’re worrying too much though. Come on, I bet there’s something I can do to get you out of your head.”

His chuckle is low and husky, his eyes heated as he takes my hand and lets me pull him up the stairs. His spare hand palms my ass, and then smacks it, eliciting a giggle from me as I speed up, let go of his hand, and run the rest of the way with him chasing me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ever

I burst through the door to my bedroom, Trick quick on my heels as he slams the door behind me and then tackles me onto the soft bed, making sure that I land in a way that means that I don’t hurt myself.

I wriggle beneath him, turning so that I’m facing him, and he smiles down at me, his expression soft.

He leans down, kissing me slowly, his hand making a slow path up my side, making me shudder. I squeak as he flips us easily, positioning us so that I’m straddling him.

His hands flex on my hips.

“Take it off, Ever,” he demands. “Shirt first.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. As always, there’s a part of me that wants to tell him no, just because I love the consequences when I do. However, right now, I know that there is so much that’s up in the air, he needs me to suppress my need to make him chase me, push me, and demand obedience from me. I fucking love it, but I also love doing as I’m told occasionally too.

In this circumstance only.

I slowly unbutton my shirt and slip it off my shoulders, smirking as surprise lights Trick’s eyes. The look is so amusing to me that I can’t help but play a little bit. As soon as my shirt is off, I ball it up and throw it in his face.

He growls playfully as he sits up, tossing the shirt to the side and gripping the back of my neck as he pulls me closer to him and kisses me fiercely. He stands up, placing my feet on the floor and stripping us both. His hands run over me, leaving tingles in their wake. He breaks his kiss, his lips trailing down my neck as he bends slightly and picks me up, my legs wrap around his waist as his hands palm my ass, squeezing tightly, and my hips rock against him, my hands weaving into his hair and my head thrown back.

He walks us across the room quickly and into the bathroom, switching on the shower and stepping beneath the warm spray.

I gasp as the cold tiles hit my back, and he brings his lips back up to mine, his tongue dancing with mine in the most sensual way. He lifts me up, our lips still joined as he positions me perfectly. We both groan in pleasure as my walls clench around him.

Fucking hell, this angle is perfect.

He moves slowly, as I stay pinned in place, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

His fingers pluck my nipples as his tongue dances with mine, and his movements create the perfect rhythm, making my orgasm build quickly. Just as it almost hits its peak, he stops and pulls out completely, making me groan with disappointment, which only causes him to chuckle.