He let out a small groan as I flipped his button fly open and slipped my hand inside, cupping his dick. "I could spare a couple more minutes."
I grinned at my victory. "Good choice, Saint."
He gave a throaty laugh as I sank to my knees and tugged his pants down enough to free his rapidly thickening erection. "Like there was ever a choice, Angel." His fingers tangled in my hair, controlling my head in a way that flooded my panties. "Now show me that pretty tongue."
17
Lucas handed me a coffee the moment I walked into the kitchen the next morning. He kissed me long and hard as I took the coffee from his hand, and I melted into his touch. Fucking hell, he knew how to kiss.
"Good morning, babe," he murmured after taking his time with my lips. "You still look half-asleep." He combed his fingers through my messy hair and peered into my eyes with a small, concerned frown.
I gave him a smile back. "I am. Thank you for the coffee." I rose up on my toes and smacked another kiss on his lips, then followed my nose over to the stove where Zed was cooking.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants under his apron, the flimsy strings tied around his bare waist like a tease, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from drooling.
"Hey you," he murmured when I stopped beside him. On a whim, I wrapped my arm around his waist in a half hug and leaned into his side. He didn't even hesitate a second in swapping his spatula to the other hand and hugging me back. "Did you have a good night?"
Clearly he knew what I'd been up to all night, so I just gave a small nod, inhaling the delicious aromas of parmesan and chives from the scrambled eggs he was cooking. "Interesting night, that's for sure."
I reluctantly peeled myself away from him as he moved the frying pan off the heat and scraped the cooked eggs out onto the three waiting plates.
"How's Grumpy Cat doing with his mission?" Zed arched a brow at me, and I couldn't fight my answering smile. Of fucking course he knew Cass had snuck into his house last night. Nothing got past Zayden De Rosa.
I gave a small shrug. "We didn't discuss it, but I'm sure he'd tell me if it wasn't going well."
Lucas placed some freshly buttered Turkish toast on the plates with our eggs, like he and Zed had been working together in harmony to get our breakfast ready. I wonder what else they could work together on...
Clearing my throat, I pushed thoughts of threesomes aside and took my coffee over to the dining table, which was already set with cutlery and orange juice. I could definitely get used to living with these two, that was for sure.
"Something else happened last night, though," I told them both. Sitting, I took a sip of my coffee.
Zed grimaced. "I don't think we need the details."
I shot him a hard glare, quietly making a mental note that Zed was more than likely never going to be okay sharing. He was too jealous and possessive. It was something I'd need to seriously think about if we ever did take things further.
"Not what I meant," I replied with an edge of irritation. "Cass and I had a run-in with Leon."
Zed's brows shot up, his forkful of food frozen halfway to his mouth. "Leon from the mercenary guild?"
I nodded. "The same. He came to tell us to quit trying to access the Guild servers. Specifically mentioned that Lucas needs to stop searching for answers." I gave my Gumdrop a soft look, and he let out a frustrated groan.
"Shit, guys," he muttered. "I'm sorry. I wanted to educate myself, so I did some Googling..." He trailed off with a wince. "I didn't think it would be that bad; I didn't hack anything."
I gave him a small headshake and a smile. "The hacking was probably us. Or Dallas. But maybe just lay off on the Google searches for the time being. They definitely track those things, and the last thing we need is for them to show up and try to recruit you."
Lucas just gave an easy laugh and shook his head. "They wouldn't have much luck with me; I'd just tell them no."
Zed and I exchanged a look, knowing full well the Guild wasn't always polite or professional when recruiting new members. I had to hope that Leon had been telling the truth when he said they were done in Shadow Grove.
"Well, anyway," I continued, smoothing past the subject of Lucas being recruited, "whatever database we touched gained the attention of the Circle."
Zed almost choked on his food. "Um, what?"
I nodded, agreeing with that sentiment. "Yeah. So just tell Dallas to be a shitload more careful. He's good, but Leon's better. Dallas needs to cover his ass, or he'll catch a bullet to the brain."
Zed grimaced. "Understood. I'll speak with him this morning."
We ate our breakfast in silence for a few moments, and Zed stretched out his legs under the table, letting his ankle rest against mine. I looked up at him from my food, and he met my gaze with an unreadable expression. Fucker just had to stay inside my head constantly. The message was clear, though. He was backing off, not giving up.
"Hey, I know we've got a bunch of other shit going on," Lucas said after a while, "but I wondered if it would be okay to move my mom home. Now that the guns are all gone..." He gave a shrug. "I just think she might be more willing to talk when she's not in Sunshine Estate. Like, maybe she's worried there's someone listening or something."
I placed my almost empty coffee mug down and yawned heavily. "I agree. I spoke with Rio yesterday, and he's doing a thorough sweep of the house today to check if the Guild left anything behind. But if it’s all clear, there's no reason why she can't go home." I paused then, looking to Zed for solidarity on the next point I needed to raise. He gave me a slight nod, holding his coffee mug to his lips.
Lucas didn't miss the exchange, either. He narrowed his eyes at both of us and frowned. "Why do I feel like there's something more?"
I sighed and raked my fingers through my hair. "I've organized a live-in nurse to stay with Sandra when she gets home. Considering how much she’s deteriorated in the last few weeks and the unknown element with her memory and confusion, her doctor at Sunshine recommended there be someone around-the-clock for assistance."
Lucas looked slightly taken aback and gave me a confused look. "Oh. I mean, yeah, that makes sense. I just figured..."
"You figured it'd be you," I murmured when he trailed off. "I think..." I trailed off myself because, shit, how did I tell him what needed to be said without sounding like a controlling bitch?
"We think it's best for you to stay here a while longer," Zed finished for me, his tone clipped and unemotional. No arguments. "You're still on Chase's radar, and if you get hurt again, Hades will scorch the earth in retaliation."
I snorted a laugh and rolled my eyes. "Drama queen. But, uh, yeah. Pretty much. Is that okay, Lucas?"
He frowned at me, not appreciating Zed's weak attempt at humor. "I understand where you're coming from, but don't you think we could have discussed this?"
I parted my lips to respond, but I had no excuses. He was right, it should have been a conversation, and yet I'd just gone ahead and done it all without ever asking him for what he wanted to do.