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“Well, I mean if you think about it, that’s kinda how it’s been. They got married on a whim, the took their honeymoon at an odd time and even came back early.” I rub the pant leg of my jeans.
“That’s the other thing.” Xayden scratches the back of his neck. “For as long as I’ve been alive, my dad has never been impulsive. He’s calculating, logistical. He thinks about things before he does it. Getting married on a whim isn’t something he would just do.”
“Rory, I really need to ask you something.” Seven runs a hand down his face.
I turn to face him. “Okay. What is it?”
“Are you sure you heard your father’s voice?” he asks quietly.
My head goes back to what I can remember of that night. I can feel my heart starting to race. The confusion I felt. But I wasn’t confused about one thing.
“I would bet my life on it. I know I heard him. I just don’t know how that’s possible.”
Seven nods. “I’m trying to figure that part out. He had an autopsy, he had medical records for his death. Just trying to work out how you heard him.”
“Could she have been hallucinating? With the drugs they gave her?” Dekker asks.
“No! No! I know I heard him!” I yell.
“Whoa, Princess. Relax. We are just spit-balling ideas.” Xayden takes my hand and starts to rub my palm. “We believe you did. We are just trying to rule anything out so we can narrow down what happened and where you were.”
“But you believe me?” I ask him.
Xayden scoots closer to me and leans in. “Rory, I haven’t doubted a thing you have said. Despite my assholish ways, and my need to keep you at arm’s length, I can see you. I can see the pain you hide behind your mask. The uncertainty you walk around with every day, and the sadness you mask with a smile. We have not made it easy on you, and we are so sorry for that.”
“It’s okay, Xayden.” I take his hand in mine and bring it up to my cheek.
“Rory.” His voice comes out hoarse, and I can see the fire burning in his eyes.
He leans in closer, and my eyes follow his lips. His hand comes up to cup my face as his mouth meets mine. I let out a small whimper, my heart picking up pace. It doesn’t matter which one of them touches me; my body instantly burns hot with need.
Xayden slowly pushes me down on the bed, hooking his leg over me and climbing on top of me. He lowers himself on top of me, and I can feel how hard he is.
“I need you, Xayden. Please.” I push up against him. “Kiss me.”
His lips press against mine, and our kiss grows more heated by the second. Without warning, he flips us, putting himself beneath me. His hands make quick work of my shirt, and I thank God I decided to go sans bra at that moment.
His hands instantly gravitate toward my breasts, cupping them softly, his fingers finding my nipples and pulling on them, making me moan into his kiss.
“God, I love hearing that,” Seven groans from behind me. “It’s the sexiest sound.”
Dekker grunts in agreement as he takes off his shirt in the sexy one-arm, grabbing-from-the-back way. I look between the three of them and lick my lips.
“What are you three going to do to me?” I ask, my voice trembling with anticipation.
“Ravage you,” Xayden answers with a wicked smile.
“Devour you,” Seven adds, smirking.
“Feast upon you,” Dekker says as his hands find the waistband of my leggings. He peels them off me as fast as humanly possible. When I lean forward, I feel hands push my head down toward Xayden’s chest and then lift up my ass in the air.
“A fucking feast,” is all I hear Dekker grumble before I feel his tongue on me. I let out a breathy moan as his mouth nips and licks at my pussy.
“Damnit, Dekker, oh my God.” My brain short circuits from the onslaught of his magical mouth.
“Baby girl, you look so beautiful right now.” Seven leans closer to my face and leaves a soft kiss on my lips. “So fucking perfect.”
“She tastes so fucking good, too.” Dekker comes up for air as I feel his fingers press against my clit.