“We’re all okay, that’s all that matters,” he murmurs, putting his phone away and giving me all of his attention. He rests his chin on the top of my head. “I’m sure we can find a way to make this day better.”
I grin as he rolls on top, making sure not to put his weight on me, and presses his lips against mine. My fingers run through his hair, his masculine scent driving me crazy. I’m so glad that I’m here with him, and it’s a little terrifying how much I enjoy having him around. It’s like we’ve known each other for a long time. I don’t know how else to explain it. We just get each other. And it’s more than just the amazing sex, it’s something else, something I can’t name.
He’s about to start undressing me, his lips on my neck, when we hear a knock on the front door. Decker grabs his phone to check the security feed, and sees that it’s Aries and Atlas both standing there. Atlas has a bloody nose from the looks of it, and he’s holding a tissue over it.
“Stay here,” he says, rushing out of the room.
I quickly send Clo a text letting her know something must be up, and follow him instead, hoping they aren’t here with any bad news. I watch while Decker opens the door. When Atlas steps inside in the light, I can see that he indeed has been hit in the nose—the tissue in his hand is covered in blood.
“What happened to you?” I ask, frowning. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he replies. “Sorry to come over so late, but I just spoke to CJ.”
He just came from speaking to his stepbrother and he has blood on his face?
“He hit you?” I ask.
Atlas stretches his neck from side to side. “Let’s just say the last time I saw him we didn’t end on good terms.”
Aries silently heads back outside, to keep watch, I’m assuming, and then we are interrupted by Clo and Felix’s arrival, and Clo is dressed in her all-black fighting gear. She kind of looks like a ninja. I bet she has at least three weapons on her. We all sit down to hear what Atlas has to say.
“So he didn’t tell you shit, then?” Decker guesses.
“Nope, he did. Like I said, family is complicated.”
“What did you find out?” Clover asks.
“The kid who got shot, he’s going to be okay. The bullet hit him in the leg, but he’s their leader Marko’s son. And Marko doesn’t want to let it go. He’s pissed and not thinking straight, and he wants revenge,” Atlas explains, bringing his gaze to me. “They want Rhett, but they can’t find him and they know where you are. They think you are his woman, and I told CJ otherwise. He said he will try to tell Marko that, but he doesn’t think he will care, because Rhett would still care about you, current girlfriend or not.”
“So he’s not willing to settle this at all?” Decker asks, eyes narrowing. “He’s just happy to let this war keep going until people are dead?”
“Like I said, he’s not thinking straight. CJ said he will try to talk to him, but I think the men have been trying to this whole time. End of the day, they will follow their leader’s orders. You all know how it goes,” Atlas says with a shrug.
“How much sway does CJ hold?” Decker asks him, jaw tense. “Do you think he could make Marko see some sense?”
“I don’t know,” Atlas replies, looking out across the street. “I guess we will have to wait and see, and stay alert until then. CJ said he will call me if he has any updates.”
“Thank you, Atlas,” I say. “Sorry you had to go there and get hit.”
Atlas touches his nose and smirks. “I deserved it. Last time we saw each other, I slept with his girlfriend.”
“Well, that would do it,” Clover mutters, eyes going wide.
Decker wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to him absently, as if I could suddenly be next.
Awkward.
Atlas heads home, and Decker offers Felix and Clo his spare bedroom. We have a chat about what Atlas just told us, but after we go to our separate rooms, Decker and I soon start carrying on from where we left off, with me making the first move by jumping into his arms and kissing him. We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other, even in the middle of a crisis, or maybe it’s because we need a distraction right now.
Decker slowly undresses me, teasing me, his lips covering every inch of my skin. He starts to go down on me and I moan loudly, then still, realizing that Clover and Felix can most likely hear us. The house is dead silent and there’s nothing to muffle the sound.
I’m extremely close with Clo, but we are not that close.
“Wait a minute,” I say. He instantly lets go and sits up, watching me.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, listening for any noise around us.
“No. I mean, yes, it’s fine. I’m just really loud when you do that thing with your tongue. And I don’t want Clover to hear me having sex! That would be traumatizing. She’s like my sister,” I whisper-yell at him.
Decker seems to find this amusing, his eyes sparkling with humor. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, Cara. We can just cuddle.”
His raging erection is still evident. I appreciate that he doesn’t mind putting my mind at ease even though I’m the one who started this whole thing by practically jumping him when we got back to the room.
“I can hear everything that you are saying!” Clover suddenly calls out from her room, making me freeze.
Oh my God.
Why me?
Decker laughs out loud, the asshole, and I’m pretty sure I can hear Clover and Felix laughing from the spare bedroom, also.
“And you’re right; I don’t want to hear it. I’m going to put the TV on really loudly so it doesn’t get awkward,” she yells.
Stupid paper-thin walls.
“Thank you,” Decker calls back to her, and then I hear her laughter, louder this time.
Don’t get me wrong, I know she has sex, and a lot of it, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear her and vice versa. I can hear the TV loud as ever now, the Supernatural theme song, which makes me feel a whole lot better.
I smile at Decker, and he smiles back even wider.
Clover really is the best friend ever.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Decker
I give Simone a call to check in on her and to see if she needs anything. She assures me she’s fine and she’s been careful, which is a relief to me. She also demands answers as to what’s going on, so I give her a brief rundown. She’s obviously concerned, but seems more worried about me than herself. I promise her it will all be okay.