He didn’t have to ask twice.
“Noah!”
“Shit … Amelia!” he grunted as he came.
Our bodies slowed until he and I both collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch our breath.
“You’re … I have no words,” he said when he pulled out of me and rolled over on his side. Smiling, I cuddled up beside him, his arm wrapping around me.
“Right back at you.”
He glanced down at me and kissed my forehead.
As he rested his head back against the
pillows, I waited. After the sex we just had, it wouldn’t take long for him to fall asleep. I was spent, too. However, the only way I was going to get away with from him for a few moments tonight was with him knocked out.
“Umm,” he sighed, his grip on me loosening up.
Sitting up, I ran my hand over his face and sat there watching him as he feel deeper asleep. I felt bad not telling him the whole truth. But he did the same thing to me time and time again, all because he wanted to keep me safe.
When he was snoring softly, I got out of bed, pulling the sheet over him as I headed to the bathroom.
In the mirror, I could see light bruises, marks from his hands, that I was sure would look worse in the morning. However, I took them with pride.
I took a quick shower just to rinse off. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top along with a robe. Peeking my head out the door, I saw that he had shifted onto his side, but was still sleeping. Closing the door behind me, I left our room, making sure to grab the suite key as I did, before exiting down the hall and stopping in front of another door.
It was only 1 a.m., and knowing him, he would most likely still be awake for at least another hour.
I knocked loudly once, and sure enough, the door opened. Austin stared at me wide-eyed and confused. For the first time since I had met him, I saw him dressed casually, with a toothbrush in his mouth.
“Amelia?”
“I need your help, and Noah can’t know about it until afterward.”
He paused for a second before opening the door for me to come in.
Chapter Seven
Amelia
“You want to do what?” he snapped like I was insane. But then again, I bet insane people rarely asked favors like this.
“I want you to help me steal my mother’s body from Bo. Where did I lose you?” I answered, taking a seat on his couch. His room was only slightly smaller than ours and positioned the opposite way.
He opened his mouth to speak. Then stopped, then opened it again and asked, “I … there … What the hell, Amelia?”
“Bo came to me¸” I confessed, brushing my hair back behind my ear. “Esther received the W.E.W.A. award last night, and I accepted in her stead.”
“I just found out. It was the right move going. But how the hell did you meet Bo there?” he asked, frowning as he took a seat across from me.
“Not there. In the parking lot. He was hiding in the back of the Escalade we were driving. He had a gun, Austin, and threatened me.”
“He what?” he snapped, rising to his feet, already reaching for his phone.
“Austin, no. Listen to me.”
“I’m gonna kill him,” he said, ignoring me as he dialed.