AVERY
Igently press a piece of cake onto her tongue. Her lips are still swollen from earlier, and when I think about the fact that my cum is still inside her, I almost groan. Knowing I’ve marked her, claimed her body and soul–those are the things I’ll remember forever. Hell, I already want more.
“It’s so good.” She moans around my fingers as I pull them back and lick them clean.
“You’re better.” I kiss her, getting a taste of cake and Goldie all in one.
Mrs. Lou takes a million photos, and she can’t stop beaming. Elliott tries to lure Heirloom to him with an offer of frosting. Heirloom, though, only has eyes for Goldie.
“Here.” I show her to the dining table and sit her down across from Elliott. “I’ll serve you. You must be tired.”
“I’m all right.” She smiles up at me, her cheeks still pink from what we’d done earlier.
I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Save your strength, little thief. I’m going to wear you out all night long.”
She gasps, and Elliott smirks as I grab a plate and start loading it up with all the food along the far end of the table. I get extra of the puff pastries with cheese in the middle. I know she’ll like those.
“So how do you know Avery?” she asks.
“I’ve known him since we both joined up with the Dragoons.”
I shoot him a pointed look, which he ignores.
“What’s a Dragoon?”
“Mercenaries.” He shrugs. “We weren’t with them long. The Brotherhood came looking for us to do side jobs for them, so we moved our focus from all out conflicts to more strategic targets.”
“Like what?”
“Assassinations, high value art theft–things like that.” He takes a bite of the shrimp cocktail, thank God.
I hurry back to Goldie and put a plate in front of her. “Here you are.”
“Thanks.” She seems to notice my agitation and grabs my hand. “Don’t worry. You already told me these things, though you did sort of gloss over them.”
I sit beside her and give Elliott a death stare.
“Sorry,” he says around a mouthful of shrimp.
Heirloom jumps into the chair beside him and patiently waits for his own shrimp. Elliott obliges, and I focus on Marigold, serving her champagne and making sure she gets enough to eat.
She eventually says, “I’m going to pop if you put one more thing on my plate.”
“We can’t have that.” I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip and lick the little bit of chocolate sauce that escaped her spoon.
“Elliott, I know Avery is retired, but what do you do now? Are you retired too?”
He shrugs and gives Heirloom another shrimp. “Mostly. I do some consulting work here and there, matching operatives with jobs based on their skillset.”
“So you’re like a headhunter for illegal stuff?”
He smiles. “Something like that. I can match operatives, and if something goes wrong, I’m sometimes called in to find out what went wrong.”
“Like an investigator.” She nods. “Do you like it?”
“It’s all right.” He glances at me. “It was more fun when Avery was still in the game.”
“Don’t start that.” I pull Marigold into my side as Mrs. Lou takes yet another picture. When she pulls out a tissue and dabs at her eyes, Mr. Lou comes over and hugs her.