“We’re sorry for worrying you. We will let you know from now on, but you have to let me make up my own mind. You can’t control everything I do.” Leo walks up in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my forehead. “I want to be a part of your life, and that’s what I’m going to do.” I wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him to me.
I feel Ryder step up behind me, moving my hair to the side and kissing my neck. “You can’t do everything yourself. That’s what you have us for. Let us help you,Il mio sole.”
“I’ll try,” I whisper into Leo’s chest. I really will, but I’m not used to giving up control, and that’s what they’re asking me to do.
“That’s all we can ask,” Leo says, and I look up into his blue-green eyes. He lays his lips on mine, giving me a tender kiss before spinning me toward Ryder. Ryder kisses me the same way, and I know they are showing me they can work together in more ways than one.
“You guys!” Gage exclaims, running over and wrapping his arms around all of us.
We all laugh, and just like that, the tension breaks. Am I still upset Ryder left without telling me? Yes. But I know they’re right.I need to give up some control, or I’ll spread myself too thin.
I need to learn to lean on my guys.
“The foster’snames are Ginger and Markus Wright. They don’t live far from where you found the boys,” Gerald tells me. I came to my office after fixing things with Ryder and Leo, and Gerald called shortly after. “What’s the play, Lessie?”
I smile at their old nickname; only Gerald and Boone call me Lessie. “I don’t know. I need to see how many kids they have in thehouse.” Holden sticks his head through my office door, and I wave him in to sit in the empty chair, memories of last night slamming into me. If his red face is any indication, he’s thinking about it too. My heart broke in two when he told me what happened to him, but he somehow seems better today after telling me. “How are Lucas and Landon?”
Gerald chuckles. “They settled in just fine.”
Coming from a rundown foster home and the streets to a house like Gerald and Boone’s is probably a dream come true. Even though they don’t do much for me anymore, I still ensure they are well taken care of for everything they did for my dad. “Are you sure you don’t mind them there?”
“Honestly, Lessie, if you wanted, they could stay here until they turn eighteen, and they can decide what they want to do. They’re good kids in a bad situation.”
My heart melts. “Thank you.”
“No thanks needed. Take care of your other business. Come see us soon.”
I promise I will and then end the call.
“Hey,” I say with a smile toward Holden.
“Hey, Bright eyes,” he greets with a smile that seems bigger and brighter today.
When he called me bright eyes and then told me why I almost started blubbering like a baby. I knew sex with Holden would be memorable, but it did not prepare me for the waterfall it would cause. The length and girth of his cock rubbed everything in me at the same time. No one has made me come like that before.
He slides two folders toward me. “One is Moretto’s supplier, and the other is the foster home.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Already? Gerald just told me who they are.”
“I can’t take all the credit. While we were busy, Ryder and Dex went to shake down some of Moretto’s people. They gave them a name, and I started running it this morning. I had the stuff for the foster home last night. I just dug up what foster home the boys were at.”
I vaguely remember him mentioning a file, but I onlywent in there to be with him, not to see if he finished his work or seduce him.
“That is why you are the best,” I point at him, “Among other things.”
He blushes a deep red, and it’s always endearing to know someone in this house can still blush. He smiles again, and I can’t get over how much it changes his face. “How’s your broken pussy?”
My mouth pops open shocked. I can’t believe that just came out of my sweet, timid Holden’s mouth, then I laugh. “It’s purring just fine.”
He laughs, and I soak in the sound. “Good.”
I’m not going to tell him I’m sore this morning, in a good way. He was worried enough last night about hurting me. I’m not going to add to that.
I open my mouth, getting ready to ask him about what he told me, when Micah walks into the office. “Will you tell your dipshit boyfriend that he can’t wear lime green to the fucking gala?”
I know he’s talking about Gage, but I need to rile him up. “Which one?” I deadpan.
Micah’s lip curls back in disgust, and Holden chuckles. Micah whirls on him. “Not you too?”
