Heat rolls me to my back, his body coming over mine. “Baby, you might be trouble, but you are beyond special. Tarron sees it. I sure as fuck see it. The difference is, I’m not about controlling you and what you do with those gifts. I’m about balancing it out.”
That’s sweet.
“You don’t think I’m dangerous?” I blurt out my biggest fear to him without thinking.
“McKenna, in the wrong hands, damn right you would be, but you don’t use your gifts for malicious reasons. You contain it too much, honestly, that’s why you can’t control it when you start panicking. Together, we’ll get you past that.”
Again, that’s sweet.
Why is this man so damn freaking sweet? To others, he might not be, but to me, in this moment, he’s sweet. Doesn’t mean I don’t know he can be a serious jerk. Standofish. A complete asshat.
A knock on the door stops me from saying anything further on the subject and interrupts the moment between the two of us.
“What?” Heat shouts, not bothering to get up.
The door opens and Brimstone steps inside, grinning.
“Brimstone,” Heat growls, yanking the covers up to shield my naked chest. “Could have called through the door instead of walking in here.
“Sorry, Prez, but couldn’t help myself.” Brimstone chuckles. “You do remember the walls aren’t exactly soundproof around here, right?”
Oh Gods, no.
No. Nope.
This isn’t being discussed right now.
“Brimstone.” Heat growls, tightening his arm around me. “Don’t make me kill you?”
“You wouldn’t kill me, Heat, and you know it.” Brimstone grins.
“There a reason you’re in here?” Shifting, to keep me covered, but also to get out of bed.
I’m sure I look like an idiot staring after him. It’s not just because he’s hotter than any man in the world, but he’s walkingaround naked in front of Brimstone, who doesn’t even bat an eyelash.
Instead, he doesn’t seem unfazed as he answers Heat’s question. “Came to tell you the wards have been upgraded and we have company.”
“Leon?” Heat asks.
“Yeah, he’s stuck around.”
“You amped up?”
What does Heat mean by amped up?
“You fuckin’ know it,” Brimstone growls. “Nothing I can do about it.”
Heat looks from Brimstone to me, and I’ll note he’s yet to pull on his jeans.
“You trust me, Trouble?”
Oh boy. Why would he ask that?
“Yes,” I whisper, looking between the two of them.
“Brimstone isn’t going to touch, baby, not without my permission, but he’s amped up from casting the new wards around the clubhouse. He needs relief, and he’s not going to go to a hora to get it. He won’t do that to Kinley.”
Kinley?
