Page 113 of Retribution

“What is your question?” Lucas asks, having overheard Grant.

“Have you decided if Leila and Isolde are coming into Indianapolis with us in a few days?” he asks.

Hmm. That’s not what he was thinking. Grant is quick on his feet, or rather, his ass. Whichever he’s currently using since he’s sitting.

I make sure to wiggle again just to show that I’m on to him, and he bites my shoulder with a little growl.

“What is going on with you?” Oliver asks.

“I interrupted them from fucking,” Lucas shrugs. “Apparently that wasn’t a good idea. Ah, as for your question, Grant. I don’t know. Isolde, I’m going into the city on Monday and I’m dreading it. Would you like to come with us and go eat later? If Leila is cranky, I can just rent out a private back room.”

“Wait, what?” I ask. “I’m having trouble with that. You’re going to work, right?”

“I am. I would much rather spend the trip singing silly songs to Leila and talking with you on the way,” Lucas confesses. “Please protect me from Grant’s grumpiness.”

“I’m not that bad,” Grant mutters. “I usually just drive in silence while he works.”

“I see what he means,” I say, twisting slightly. Grant’s hands keep me from moving any more.

Kissing me, he pushes down my hips, making me moan into his mouth. His knot grinds over my cunt, and I force myself to relax so he is slowly filling me up. I guess the cock warming wars just escalated. It would have been nice if someone had offered me the rule book for this.

“Maybe you’ll be less grumpy if you have your girls with you,” I tease him as we come up for air.

“Why am I always turned on when it comes to food and you?” Oliver sighs.

“It’s what she does,” Grant says. “Isolde, this would be a good opportunity to introduce part of Lucas’ new family to Reid Pharmaceuticals. But, the logistics of this could be a nightmare.”

“I can protect myself,” I say, confused. “Even with a baby strapped to my chest. I understand there are dangers, Grant. What are you not telling me?”

“Nothing that I know of, but the head of my security doesn’t always make me aware of dangers surrounding me,” Lucas says. “He’s more of a ‘kill first’ kind of guy.”

“That’s very true,” Grant says unrepentantly.

Rolling my eyes, I carefully stay where I’m seated but face forward the best I can since I can feel his knot slowly being sucked inside of me. It doesn’t hurt per se? It’s more of a constant pressure as I’m being stretched slowly.

The difficult part is trying to blank my mind and facial expression.

“What else do I need to know about the building’s security? You didn’t have any weapons when I kidnapped you,” I remind Lucas. “Does this mean I’ll be naked?”

Alesso chokes on his food, causing me to realize what I said.

“Oh my god. Naked of weapons,” I breathe. “Alesso, please don’t die.”

I’m unable to get up, so I glance helplessly at Oliver to help him. Oliver rubs his back and presses a glass of water into his hand while shaking his head.

“Would you like to try again, Kitten?” Oliver asks.

Blowing out a breath that makes me clench around Grant’s knot, I ignore the strangled sound he makes. He fucked around. Now he can find out that I’m not an easy mark. I will happily sit on his knot and enjoy his food.

“What I meant was that I wouldn’t be able to bring anything that a walk through metal detector would be able to pick up,” I explain. “Kevlar wire can be used for garrotes, and there are knife options that aren’t metallic.”

“Marry me,” Alesso rumbles, making me grin.

“We technically already are, baby. Big, fluffy dresses aren’t really my style,” I say, winking at him.

“This is why Oliver is going to be living out his dream as a glory hole later,” Alesso mutters.

Grant drops his head against my shoulder with a curse, while I just grin. I love how chaotic meals are.