What he didn’t expect was her somber expression.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Badger and Da told me everything.”
“Huh?”
Her gaze searched his face. “I guess I had some stuff in my brain, too, that I didn’t know about. But they showed me everything. Including the stuff you don’t remember now.”
A chill filled him. “Oh.” He knew there was once again a gaping chasm in his mind, where Badger and Duncan had relieved him of some of the burden, and Peyton had fine-tuned it over in the UK. But even though much of the information wasn’t there…
Yeah. The memory of how he felt about the information, that lingered like a foul, sticky goo he couldn’t flush from his skull.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “This is all my fault. You didn’t deserve to be dragged into?—”
He kissed her, slanting his lips over hers, not wanting to think about anything except her and them.
And that he was home, with her.
She rolled on top of him, and that’s when he finally processed that she was also naked.
Yay! Good start in the right direction.
Their kisses grew urgent, hungry, devouring. For once, Ken managed to shut down his brain and just go with it, reveling in having her in his arms again.
She reached between them, notched his erection against her, and impaled herself, all the way to the root. Slick, warm, her muscles gripping him. They moaned in unison, followed by a shared giggle.
She lifted her mouth from his. “I know I promised you a blow job, but can we do this first?”
“Anything you want, baby,” he hoarsely said, trying to memorize her face. He didn’t want to forget a single moment with her. Any of it. She was his universe—and Lyssa, too—and whatever he had to do to protect this perfection?
He would.
In a heartbeat.
Because this was what mattered most in the world to him.
His family.
His peace.
And now he truly understood how quickly this perfection could be snatched from him, and that there were people who made their own rules to destroy it.
Meaning he’d make his own rules to protect it.
Burying a hand in her hair, he fisted it, earning him a low, pleased growl from Dewi, and held her in place to kiss her again, even as she tried to rock her hips against him.
His other hand settled on her ass, kneading the firm globe of flesh, his fingers firmly digging in as she happily undulated against him, pinned between their kiss and his cock embedded inside her.
Except he wouldn’t rush. Damn right he’d earned this time for himself, for them. He’d never demand that Dewi quit and walk away from her job. Not when he now intimately understood how critical a role the pack played on a global scale. If they didn’t meet this head-on, they were doomed.
All of them.
He’d fight to the death in whatever way he could to prevent that from happening.
He flexed his hips under her, drawing a sweet gasp, which he swallowed and savored as he slowly played the tip of his tongue against her front teeth.
When she tried to deepen their kiss, he tightened his grip on her hair, prompting a full-body shiver of pleasure from her. “I’m in charge, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “This one’s all for me, right?”
