She’s all I want in that moment.
Everything else can burn for all I care.
My tongue plunges into her mouth, and I draw slow, lazy strokes, the moans falling from her lips erasing every voice of doubt in my head. I use my hands to frame her face and growl into her mouth, smirking when a shudder goes through her. London throws one leg over me, so she’s straddling me, and suddenly, the small bed doesn’t bother me as much.
I keep one hand on the back of her neck, and the other glides down her bare arms.
London makes another noise in the back of her throat, and my fingers move under her shirt and splay across the bare skin of her stomach. She grinds against me, and I growl again, needing to feel more of her.
Someone clears their throat, and London stills.
I wrench my lips away, finding Oliver standing in the doorway. Slowly, I untangle myself from London and tuck her into my side. She pushes her hair out of her eyes, and I feel her stiffen when she spots Oliver. His hair is in tufts on top ofhis head, and when he steps into the room, I see the wrinkled clothing and dark circles under his eyes.
“I can come back later.” Oliver’s voice is low and uneven. “I thought you’d be resting.”
“I was.”
Oliver’s eyes dart all over the room, and he swallows. “I thought I’d check on you.”
“Came to see if they finished the job?”
Oliver snaps to attention. “What?”
“The medical team,” I say. “I won’t need more surgery.”
Oliver’s expression is relieved as he slides his eyes away again. “Good. I’m glad.”
Silence stretches between us.
Oliver shoves a hand into his pocket and drifts closer to the window. The first patches of yellow light illuminate his features. Every time I’m around him, I’m reminded of how much he looks like our mother, and it’s like losing her all over again.
I know he’s been itching to get back to his life
I swallow past the bile in my throat and square my shoulders. “I’m getting close to finding out who was behind this.”
Oliver doesn’t turn to face me, but I see the subtle straightening of his spine. “I’m guessing it’s someone from the inside.”
“Higher up this time,” I reply tightly. “I don’t care who they are. When I get my hands on them, I’ll gut the traitor myself and hang him by his balls.”
Oliver turns to face me, and his expression is smooth and unreadable. “You’ll want to interrogate him first.”
“I have something special planned.”
Oliver’s mouth moves, but no sound comes out.
A kernel of doubt takes root and blossoms in the center of my chest.
What have you done, little brother? What do you know?
London clears her throat, breaking the tension. “I was going to get us breakfast. Oliver, do you want me to get you something?”
Oliver doesn’t look at her.
“I’ll be right back.” London stops in the doorway to shoot me a meaningful look. Then she steps outside, and the door shuts behind her. Oliver remains rooted to the spot, his eyes dancing around. He looks at me again, and a long moment passes between us.
He opens his mouth, and I clench my hands into fists.
The door to the room bursts open, and Oliver jumps up, fear flashing across his face before he stamps it out. Carlisle spares Oliver a cursory look before he stops in front of me. I don’t take my eyes off Oliver’s face as Carlisle leans forward and whispers something in my ear. I offer him a curt nod, and Carlisle leans back again.
