I adjust myself, and my tongue peeks out, wetting my lips. “No.”
“Come on, then. Give it to me so you can focus.”
“No,” I reply. “That’s my motivation. To get this taken care of so I can fuck you again.”
“Oh my god, so dramatic.” But I see the smile he wears. He likes the idea. “All right, but let’s get some sleep first though. I suspect we’re going to need all the rest we can get with what’s ahead.”
He pulls me in for a long kiss and then tugs the covers over us. I wrap my arms around him, my clothed body flush against his naked one, my nose in his hair, breathing him in.
I almost take him right then. It would be so easy to slot my cock between his cheeks. But I decide against it.
I wasn’t kidding. I want this Umbra situation dealt with, and then I can fucking relax. And I will.
With Neo.
25
WYLDER
The mood is surprisingly upbeat as we join the others in the conference room. Given what we’re here to discuss, you’d think everyone would be more…somber.
“Then his head popped like a grape,” Samson tells Harley, using his hands to emphasize the action. “Never seen that happen before. I’m telling you, you’ve got to try it.”
“It was impressive,” Cade says. “The way his eyes just popped out. Looked like raspberries.”
Wyatt shudders, tucked up against Matthias. He soothes him with a stroke to his back.
I suppose my brothers did release some tension with the torture and murder last night. And from the tired expressions around the table, I’d wager that everyone else did in other ways.
Harley gives Samson a withering look. “I’ll stick to my guns, thanks.”
A plate of pastries appears before me as Neo slides into his seat. “Here. Eat.”
I do as instructed, freezing with a blueberry scone halfway to my mouth. “Where’s yours?”
“You think I can eat with this conversation? Grape heads and raspberry eyes?” He shudders. “No, thanks.”
I glance around and note more than one green face listening to Samson likening the skin coming off of our captive’s face to an orange peel. Rapping my knuckles on the table, I draw my brother’s attention. “Enough. Save it for a more appropriate time.”
He leans back in his chair and takes a bite of an apple. “Can’t think of a more appropriate time than this one.”
I meet his stare with a level one of my own. “I know it’s hard for you to be considerate, but try. There are more of us now.”
He gives me a long-suffering stare, but nods, continuing to chew.
“Speaking of which, we need a bigger table,” Dalton says, cutting a sausage with the side of his fork. “And more chairs. We keep stealing them from the dining room.”
Dalton’s not wrong. Once, it was just the six of us. But now, with Neo, Ansel, Wyatt, Jackson, and Jules, that number has almost doubled. “I’ll put it on my to-do list.”
“No,” Neo corrects. “That’s something someone else can do, yes?”
My brothers blink in surprise at the stern glare Neo is giving them all. Matthias recovers first. “Of course. I’ll get it arranged.”
“Thank you.” I squeeze Neo’s knee under the table so he knows I’m thanking him too. “I…appreciate it.”
“I know you do. Now, see how easy that was?” Neo mutters under his breath as a quiet conversation breaks out.
“Didn’t feel easy.”
