BULLET: GET FOUR GUYS TOGETHER. END HIM TONIGHT. WE HAVE ALL WE NEED. SEND THE PHONE IN THE MAIL BEFORE YOU GO.
And that is fucking that.
MILLIE
My phone rings as I’m adjusting my sparkly top. Reaching for my device, I slide my thumb across the screen with a smile on my face. It’s Axton. I’ve been worried about him since he left early this morning. I haven’t heard from him at all, but I didn’t call him, either. I didn’t want to bother him in case he was doing something dangerous.
“Is everything okay?” I ask as a greeting.
He laughs softly before he lets out a cough. “It’s going to be, Mill.”
“Am I going to see you later?”
He clears his throat. “Scar is going to bring you to me. You’re sleeping at the clubhouse tonight.”
“Okay.” I close my eyes slowly.
“Millie?”
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m feeling very off balance about this. I know whatever he was doing was necessary, but is he any different than any of the other unforgivable men in the world? Is he any different than Dante?
“I’m trying to wrap my head around everything,” I confess.
“Nothing to wrap around, Mill. I love you, and everything I do, whether it’s at the club or the department, is to protect you and Lainey.”
“Me?” I ask.
“Protecting myself protects you.”
I guess that’s true. I just don’t want him to do something that will take him away from me. I want to keep him right next to me, in front of me, inside me always. That is my selfish need.
Mywant? Him—always with me.
I want to tell him that I never want to be away from him again. That I want him to stay safe and out of trouble so he’s never taken from me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to live another decade without him.
“I just love you, Axton Colter, and I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“And you never will.”
He says it as if that is that. And maybe it is. Maybe it’s just that damn easy.
“I love you, too, Mill. I’ll see you later, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I exhale.
“You sore still?”
My lips twitch into a smirk, but I know he can’t see me. Clearing my throat, I turn around and rest my ass against the edge of the vanity as I cross my ankles. I am seriously so smitten with this man.
“You know I am,” I breathe.
“Good girl. I’ll see you later and lick your sore pussy all better.”
Yes. Please.
He ends the call, and I drop my phone beside me, but my breath is coming out labored as I think about his mouth between my legs. I can’t fucking wait. I feel like a little kid at Christmas.
When my phone buzzes, I almost jump out of my own skin. I flick my gaze to the screen, and my giddy smile consumes my entire face at the sight of the text.
