Hunter laughs, coming to my side to kiss me on the lips. He’s stupid sexy. That tousled blonde hair, the bedroom eyes. Every inch a dominant, yet soft-hearted man.
Valley is behind us, chattering away to an amused Jax. We head inside, and Purge is standing there, pacing in front of the door. The look on my face has me telling everyone to stop.
“Put me down, Ghost.”
Ghost scoffs but does as I ask.
“What’s wrong, Purge?” I reach out to tenderly stroke his blonde hair, liking the sexy scruff that lines his jaw.
But Purge shakes his head. “How did it go with your parents?”
I beam. “Amazing. They’re wonderful. They really love me.”
“I’m so happy for you, Iskra.” Purge’s eyes shift away for a moment. “I found out who 3 is. Can I take you to him?”
I gasp loudly. “Oh my God. Yes, please. Is he okay? Are you? You look rattled.”
“I will be, Iskra. The information is a lot. I'll explain on the way.”
As we walk to 3’s room, Purge fills us in and tears fill my eyes.
“Oh, Purge. You're brothers? How do you feel about that?”
“Yeah. I'm good with it. But 3 needs you, baby.” Purge looks past me to the others. “She needs to go alone, alright? We can hang in the media room.”
Everyone agrees and departs, leaving me to knock on my door.
“3? It's me, I’m coming in,” I warn him so I don’t startle him.
I slip inside, locking the door behind me. 3 is on my bed, sobbing into my pillow.
“My Golden-Eyed Boy. I'm right here,” I croon, moving to wrap him in my arms.
“My father. Purge is my… brother.” 3 strains to get the words out. He is doing so much better with talking. I wait for him to continue. “My name. Sam... Samuel. Solomon.”
Even though Purge told me this already, I still feel shocked at hearing it spill from his lips.
“Is it okay if I call you Sam? No more number?” I ask.
“Yes, Em,” 3—Sam answers.
“Em?” I warm inside at hearing the nickname.
Sam nods. “Emerald.”
I fall in love with him a little bit more.
I lean closer, the urge to kiss him too strong to resist.
We fall into each other, and the kiss deepens. My breath gets choppy, need spurring me further. I slowly strip off my shirt and bra, chest heaving. I manage to slip off my pants and panties. I wait, checking his reaction.
Sam swallows hard, making a garbled sound. With shaky arms, he removes his clothes also. Is this really going to happen? I need him now, and I won’t be denied my fill of my Golden-Eyed Boy.
Sam takes over, kissing me again, hand stroking my hair. He slowly lays me backward onto my mattress, coming down with me and hovering over me.
Uncertainty clouds his face.
“We don’t have to...” I start to say.
