Knuckles nodded.“Good.Sully will be there, too.No one’s getting close.”
“Which brings up something else.”Knight pecked on his keyboard while he talked.“Tonio wants Sully to bring Darby to his estate until this is over, Sully’s refusing, and Darby told Tonio to go fuck himself.”
Knuckles sighed, rubbing his eyes with the thumb and fingers of one hand.“Just another day in paradise.What’d Tonio say?”
“Surprisingly, he laughed.I think he’s sending some men and firepower.Said he’d make sure the cops stayed away if things went to shit, but if Darby is hurt he’ll nuke the place.”
Ice, who’d been standing in the far corner snorted.“Sounds like someone I need to get to know.”
Cain shrugged.“Tonio Miles is Alexei Petrov.Rich, entitled, smart motherfucker with just enough military sense to be taken seriously.”Silence followed Cain’s explanation.“What?”he demanded.
Knight cleared his throat.“If Tonio has my place bugged, I don’t know that guy.”He hiked his thumb over his shoulder at Cain.Cain just flipped him off.
“Go be with your woman, Jag.I know all the new people and the routine change is challenging.Ada seems to ground you.”
Knight turned his freaky gaze to me and held my attention.“Do not hurt her.I can and will make your life hell.”
“Relax, Knight.”I sighed.“Look, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.If you want me to stay away from Ada, I will.”I looked away.“I know she’s too good for me.”
“I must be goin’ soft,” Knight muttered.“Knuckles is right.I think you’re good for each other.I haven’t seen my sister this happy in a long while.I think she likes fussing over you.”
“Go on, Jag,” Knuckles said, chuckling as he tossed a wadded-up piece of paper at Knight.“I’ll call if anything changes.”
I headed back to our apartment, the sun just beginning to crest the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold that seemed obscenely beautiful given the danger lurking in the shadows.Each step back to Ada felt like a relief, like I could breathe easier the closer I got to her.
When I pushed open our door, I found her awake, propped up on one elbow, the sheet pooled around her waist.Naked from the waist up, her skin glowed in the soft morning light filtering through the blinds.Her eyes, heavy-lidded with sleep, tracked me as I closed and locked the door behind me.
“There you are,” she murmured, her voice still rough from sleep.She lifted the sheet, a clear invitation.“Come back to bed.”
I hesitated, torn between giving her what she wanted and being a responsible adult.“Shouldn’t we be getting ready?We’ve got the Haven move this morning.”
She smiled, slow and deliberate.“We’ve got time.The truck isn’t coming until nine.”
I glanced at the clock -- not quite six-thirty.Definitely had time before I had to be a responsible adult.Ada’s gaze held mine, steady and sure, and I found myself stripping off my cut before folding it and laying it on the dresser.My shirt and jeans fell to the floor as I shed them.
The bed dipped under my weight as I slid in beside her, the sheets still warm from her body.She turned to face me, her palm coming up to cup my jaw, thumb petting my beard like I might be a cat.Like a cat, I arched to her touch.
“Hi,” she whispered, looking up at me with a sleepy smile.
“Hi,” I replied, surprised by the softness in my own voice.
Her lips met mine, not with desperate hunger, but with something gentler, more deliberate.I matched her pace, letting my hands roam over the familiar curves of her body with newfound patience.My calloused palms, rough from years of hard work, moved over her skin with gentleness and reverence.
Ada sighed against my mouth, arching into my touch.The sheet slid away, exposing her completely as morning light spilled through the blinds, casting golden stripes across her skin, turning her into something ethereal.I paused to drink in the sight of her, memorizing every detail.
“What?”she asked, noticing my hesitation.
“Just looking at you,” I admitted.“Never get tired of looking at you.”
A flush spread across her chest, up her neck, to her cheeks.Even now, after everything we’d done together, I could still make her blush.It was a fucking miracle.
She pulled me back down to her, wrapping her legs around my waist, guiding me home.I entered her slowly, savoring each inch, each soft gasp from her lips.We moved together with deliberate restraint, a stark contrast to our usual urgent coupling.This wasn’t about reaching the end as quickly as possible.This was about the journey, about feeling every sensation, every shuddering breath.Making the moment last as long as possible.
“Jag,” she whispered, my name a prayer on her lips.Her fingers dug into my shoulders, not from desperation but from the need to anchor herself as pleasure built between us.
The light through the blinds shifted as the sun rose higher, painting new patterns across our entwined bodies.Time seemed to stop.All that mattered was Ada.Her body wrapped around mine.Her sweet, welcoming pussy wrapped around my aching cock.I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies, in the warmth of her against me.In the steady beat of her heart echoing my own.
When she came, it wasn’t with the screams of our previous encounters, but with a soft, shuddering gasp, my name a broken whisper on her lips.I followed her over the edge, burying my face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in as my orgasm washed over me in gentle waves and I emptied my cum into her tender body.
