“Don’t hey me. You will stay in Nashville, where I don’t have to worry about you getting snatched.”
“Why would…”
“Because you and Katie look enough alike that the shooter could mistake you from a distance.”
I scoffed. As if. Katie was model gorgeous, a little heavier and curvier than a model, but nowhere near the curves or extra weight that I carried.
“But Katie might need me.”
Hayden swore, a turn signal dinging told me they were in the car. “There are plenty of people here to deal with whatever Katie might need. What Declan and I need is for you to keep your ass in Nashville so we’re not fucking worrying our asses off about you.”
“That’s not gonna keep me from worrying.”
I worried my lip, unsure of what I should do. Were they right? Did Katie have enough people there to take care of her? She told me to stay with my dad instead of traveling to New York, even though his showed signs of improvement.
“You’ll let me know if I need to come, right?”
“Colibrí, Papi will always let you know when to come.”
Heat flared in my face, and my eyes widened. I glanced at my phone, then at Priest and Cameron. I couldn’t tell if they heard him because Priest was staring out the driver’s side window, and Cameron was staring straight ahead.
Declan, on the other hand, could be heard cackling like a hyena through the phone.
“Umm… okay. That sounds… yeah. That sounds good.”
We hadn’t even had sex yet. Like, not actual sex, and the man could fluster me like no other.
“Sweetness, we’ll….” More laughter. “Let you know if you need to hop on a flight. I promise.”
“And y’all will keep me updated about Katie and Jackson?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“Speaking of coming…”
“No one was talking about that but you.”
“Hmm… strange, I distinctly remember you asking me to tell you when to come.”
“That’s… no. That’s not… Gahhh! That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Colibrí, I’m only doing what you asked. And the answer to when you should come is only when I give you permission. I own your orgasms.”
Did he mean… surely he doesn’t mean…
“Umm…”
I glanced back at the guys in the front seat, but they seemed completely disinterested in my conversation.
“Hayden… Do you remember that first float after we got married?”
“Fuck. Okay. New rule. You can play with yourself and get off by yourself,ifyou ask permission, but you’ve gotta tell me what you used.”
They needed to get to Nashville fast because there’s no way I could do that. I sucked at controlling my orgasms: Case in point, getting off in the family room of my boss’s dad’s house when filled with people.
“Umm. Yes. I can do that.”
“Yes, what? I don’t think I heard you right.”
