“Yeah?” I hummed, kissing his soft lips and resisting the overwhelming urge to shove my tongue into his hot mouth and devour him whole.
“Yeah, baby. I promise.”
I groaned into his mouth.
“Fuck,I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that,” I whispered, and he cocked his head to the side, his brandy eyes shining.
“Say what?Baby?” he teased, and I swallowed, nodding at him.
Curling my fingers deeper into his soft ginger locks, I pressed his forehead against mine, nearly shivering with the rush of dopamine that was suddenly pumping through my entire body.
“Say it again,” I ordered, and he smiled and gave me one more chaste kiss before pulling away.
“Maybe later…baby.”He grinned, and I had to force myself not to slam his face into the table and force his pants down to his ankles.
How many more weeks had that asshole said?
I was fuckingdying. Ugh.
Everyone had busied themselves with making breakfast or their phones while we had basically been face-fucking each other in the middle of the kitchen.
Once we separated, Vox glanced at Ryan, raising an eyebrow in question. Ryan gave him a nod, and I narrowed my eyes, glancing back and forth between them.
Ryan almost seemed to understand Vox as easily as I did now, and it made me wonder how they had gotten so close. I obviously trusted Vox, and he was straight as fuck, but still. I was feeling so possessive over Ryan lately that I still felt a small twinge of jealousy at how easily a friendship seemed to have bloomed between them.
I blamed the lack of sex. Maybe I wouldn’t feel as desperate to keep him to myself once I had the chance to sink my cock into his hot, tight, virgin ass…
Nah.
Who was I kidding? That would probably just make it worse.
“What’s going on?” I asked, and Ryan shot me a mischievous grin.
“Well, while you’ve been resting, Vox has been in contact with the men you were hunting before Damian took you to be…recalibrated.”
My mood immediately darkened.
“You mean the dick heads thatshot me?”I snapped, and Vox smirked, nodding. He spun his laptop around to show me an encrypted message thread he had opened.
I frowned, pulling the computer closer so I could read the messages. Considering they were communicating with Vox, the conversation seemed to mostly be them talking to each other, and Vox replying with emojis.
Ronan:
Return Buffalo’s head, or else! *three water gun emojis*
Vox:
*raised eyebrow emoji*
Ronan:
YOU THINK I’M JOKING!?
Logan:
Relax, baby, we’re talking to the mute. He’s not going to be very forthcoming.
Vox:
