Biting down on his bicep, as it’s the closest thing to me, I stifle a scream as I come.
“Oh, fuck, shit…God, yes,” Syrus groans brokenly, his hips slamming against me until he empties himself inside my cunt. “Perfect.”
I can’t move as he hugs me, and then he’s gently maneuvering me to pull off my clothes. The duffle bag is open in front of us, allowing Syrus easy access to change my clothing to a warm sweatsuit. I’m sitting on the trunk as he pulls fluffy socks onto my feet, my boots beside me as he works.
I feel sleepy and warm, my eyes heavy as Izzy joins us.
“You couldn’t help yourself, huh?” Izzy teases Syrus. “All I can smell is your cum.”
“I’m just a man with a plan,” he grins. All of the clothes I was wearing earlier are in a plastic bag, and the trunk is clean as I get up and climb into the backseat. Snuggling in the blankets we brought, I listen to Izzy and Syrus chat in low voices, lulling me into a deep sleep without any nightmares.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Silva
The sun is shining by the time we get home, and Syrus carries me inside to continue to sleep while Izzy, Harlan, and Kyren take care of any evidence. We apparently didn’t leave the lot for another two hours while Kyren and Harlan worked, and Izzy went back to help them at some point.
I slipped in and out of sleep, and I’m exhausted. Work is gonna suck tonight.
It’s almost five in the afternoon by the time I get up, and I curse as I find myself alone in bed. Rushing, I run to the bathroom and shower. Scowling at my hair, I braid it and pin it into a ballerina bun. That’s about the best I can do.
Getting dressed quickly in a pair of trusty black cargo pants and a long sleeved off the shoulder shirt, I also pull on my thick socks before brushing my teeth and throwing on some makeup. I don’t want to look dead, because that leads to more questions than I want to answer.
Checking myself over in the mirror again, I stumble as I see that my skin is littered in bites. There are also an absurdamount of hickies. Biting my lip, I touch them, smiling softly as I remember my heat.
“Possessive men,” I mutter.
“Yes, yes we are,” Izzy smirks from the doorway.
“No one woke me up,” I remind him, deciding to wear the shirt.
“We lost track of time,” he says, wincing slightly as I push past him. “Syrus texted me from work to make sure you were up.”
“Ha!” I say, grabbing my purse on the way out of my room. It’s kind of trashed, I’ll have to fix it later.
“I’ll clean up to make it up to you,” Izzy promises, making me side eye him. “I can feel your emotions now, and they were kind of stabby.”
Snort-laughing, I nod as we head downstairs. “Well that explains it,” I murmur. “I have to run so I’m not late.”
“Sy also wanted you to eat,” he groans.
“I don’t have time,” I laugh, pulling on my combat boots and outerwear. “People need their booze.”
“I saw there’s supposed to be a big storm soon,” Kyren says, watching me as he crosses the house.
“When?” I ask, wrapping my scarf around my neck and pressing the button on my expensive gloves to start the warming function on them.
Izzy takes my keys and auto starts my car so it won't be freezing inside by the time I get out there, and Harlan grabs the ice scraper. Looks like these boys are figuring out how to manage a Colorado winter just fine.
“Wednesday of next week,” Harlan grunts.
“Plenty of time before that happens,” I shrug with a smile.
“Crazy woman,” Kyren mutters. “They’re saying we’re going to be snowed in.”
“I guess we should see what we’re running low on, and what we need to buy then. Shouldn’t we, Pookie?” I tease him.
Growling, he swaggers toward me until I’m pinned against the wall, his lips devouring mine until they’re puffy and my face is flushed.
