“Then I need you to use words,” she whispers softly. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”No.“How upset are you with me?”
“I’m not.”
I could almost forgive her for being faithful to Wallace. If he was within our group, maybe. But he’s not.
He’s on the other side of the line.
Her side.
I see movement from my peripheral and Bay raising her hand to me. It’s a silent peace treaty, and as much as I don’t want to be standing here anymore, I can’t leave things how they are.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I would’ve told you if I could.”
With shaky hands, I grip her hips to place her down, but she squeezes me to her again. Her thick thighs wrapped around me send equal parts of nervousness and curiosity in my veins.
What would she do if I went lower?
If I stepped closer so she could feel my cock hardening against her cunt?
“Don’t,” she orders gently. “Don’t overthink it.”
That’s all I do.
It doesn’t matter if I think she’s with or against us; Bay Astor holds too much power. I’m not entirely sure if she’s aware of it, but Vivian was.
Her fingers unwrap around my throat, and she drops them to her sides. “Go ahead, husband. Do what you need to do…but don’t lose the space.”
“Why?” I croak out, feeling my anger settling.
“Because this is the closest we’ve ever been. Without me getting shot at.”
I didn’t think she’d realize something like that.
Levi’s first thought isn’t to kill my brothers. He was too busy ensuring Emilio didn’t sink his claws too deep into her.
But now that he’s gone, I wonder if Matteo De Leon is his only target.
Getting rid of all of us makes his life a hundred times easier in the grand scheme of things.
Nonetheless, I’m not sure Bay would give the green light.
I don’t think she would.
My chest tightens, doing the only thing I know how, and lifting my hand for her to take. Her palm falls to mine in the next second, and we remain there until my skin begins to tingle, and the skin-to-skin contact is almost unbearable.
I go to drop my hand, but Bay laces her fingers with mine, and my whole body flinches with volts of what feels like electricity. “You’re always going to be a choice. You’re always going to be something no one else is going to be.”
I look up at her, wishing I could see more of her face in the shadowy garage but at the same time, glad she can’t possibly see the inner panic written all over my face.
“Right,husband?”
My nose wrinkles a bit because I’ve never allowed my head to go that far, and what that title could do to me.
How chest to chest—even though I’ve had her in my arms twice before—it would be on purpose and intimate if I inched forward just a bit more.
I’m not built for that.
“Maybe one day,” she emits, letting go of me, and I don’t understand what idea is in her head.
