CHAPTER 13
KENT
I’m antsy as fuck to see our girl tonight. It’s been a few weeks since the night we spent at Club Sin. It was just the beginning. While we had to wait a few days to see her again, once the school year ended, we’ve seen a lot of her. She spends most of her nights at our place. Most of her days too.
We want to ask her to move in, but we don’t want to send her running either.
It’s hard to hold back because we’re so sure of how we feel, but it’s obvious she’s skittish. She could bolt.
We would chase her, no matter what, but it would be better if she doesn’t run in the first place.
There have been a few nights when she’s tried to spend the night at her place. I think those are the moments her brain is trying to tell her that she’s gotten too comfortable and are attempts at her keeping her heart safe.
She doesn’t need to keep her heart safe, not from us. It’s already ours. It’s clear as fucking day in the way she looks at us.
There are other clues as well. She might not know or understand it, but she’s a service submissive. She loves taking care of us. She’s damn good at it too and the way she lights up when she’s anticipating our needs tells us everything we need to know.
The other night when we were sitting in the living room on one of those nights when she thought she should try and maintain some of her independence, we were talking about how to take the next step. All of us are on the same page. We crave her. Not only in our bed, but in our lives, in our home.
It feels too big and cold when she’s not at our place.
Gabe growled, “We should just tell her she’s moving in.”
Cy smirked, “We’re going to need a bigger bed because I’m not going to have her hopping from bed to bed. I want her every night.”
I rolled my eyes and then pierced him with a glare, “What if she’s in one of her independent streaks like she is tonight?”
Gabe shrugged a shoulder and flipped him off making all of us laugh. We knew Kent had a point but being right about Ariel needing independence doesn’t get her in our home. It doesn’t make her a part of our everyday lives.
Just when we were about to get down to how to make her stay, make her ours permanently, fueled by the vision of our hands wrapped around her throat and our cocks filling her holes, there was a knock on the door. We shared a look and grins, knowing exactly who it was.
She might have liked to think she was independent, and it’s not like she isn’t, but the nights she insisted she was going to stay at her place, she still found her way to ours. I was the one who opened the door, opening my arms for her, welcoming her.
She burrowed into my chest and murmured, “I laid down and knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.”
I kissed the top of her head and then led her into the living room where Cy and Gabe were both glad to see her. Gabe pulled her from me first, “You’re always welcome here.”
The way her cheeks pinked told us just how much she liked his declaration, even if it was one we’d made before, and she was slowly learning the truth of it. She loves the words. She loves the reassurance. We’re more than happy to help her with those things.
Edison snaps her fingers and the memories of my Ariel dissolve around me. I narrow my eyes at her, but I don’t lay into her the way I want. I am at work, and I shouldn’t be off in dreamland, even if it is home to some very nice dreams.
She props her hip against the desk, her hair up in two big buns. It always reminds me of Mickey ears when she wears her hair up like she is today. It’s kind of adorable. I wouldn’t tell her though because I don’t think she’d like it very much.
She’s little but she’s scrappy as fuck.
“Did you ever get the information for Cy’s tattoo artist?”
I blink and then remember she did ask me, but then I got so caught up in chasing and then catching Ariel that I forgot about it. I wince and I don’t need to say anything to Edison to let her know the answer. She giggles and shakes her head.
“I’ll text him right now, he’ll get back to me,” I offer.
I expect her to walk away, maybe with an insult thrown over her shoulder, but she doesn’t. She just watches me expectantly. I groan and roll my eyes, but I still pull my phone out and shoot a text off to Cy.
I’m not surprised when he gets back to me immediately and I forward the message to Edison. When it chirps in her pocket I nod. “I’ve just sent you the info, some guy named Killian.” I shrug. “Cy’s been going to him for years.”
Edison rubs her hands together and if I didn’t know her, I might be worried about the excitement on her face. “Good,” her voice sounds like a villain from a Bond movie who has set a trap for you to be caught in their lair.
She smiles brightly and I shake my head. “I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner; I’ve just been caught up.”