“Let her the fuck go.”
“Not until we get some things straightened out. She won’t go anywhere.”
“I’m not discussing this in front of her, and she’s sleeping in my bed tonight.”
“It’s fine, Sinner. I can wait.” She stares at me longingly and fuck if I can’t wait to get my hands on her.
Just touching her will make me feel better, I know it. I’m taking her to my room, and she can lie next to me, dragging her fingers all over my flesh like she did this morning before any of this went down. Maybe for a small amount of time, she can forget and just relax.
“See brother, she’s all right. Now why in the fuck did you pull some shady shit like that?”
“I told you, Saint, I was trashed. Part of me is even considering that she could’ve fucking drugged me. I don’t remember anything but waking up and seeing the damn marriage certificate. I didn’t believe it was real until I spoke to the lawyer. Like I said, I wanted it reversed immediately.”
“Hmm.” He snorts, and Jude places her hand over his.
“I wouldn’t doubt it, Saint. My mom is not a decent woman. She was with a lot of guys always trying to get what she could out of them. I can’t say I’d be surprised if she ended up in a ditch somewhere because of it. Please don’t take her plotting out on Sinner.”
His grin warps into a wicked smile as he gazes down at her. “Oh yeah, dead? That so, baby?”
“Don’t, Saint!” I order, and his silver irises fly back to me.
“Fine,” he huffs. “You want me to stop, Sin? Then you better figure out a way for this whole thing to work.” His finger moves in a circle, motioning to the three of us. Of all things for him to demand, I wasn’t expecting him to even consider the three of us being anything together.
I’m flabbergasted he’s seriously going to blackmail me right now. Over Jude, a woman he’s barely met, yet he’s willing to go this far for her after being angry at me for wanting her. “Seriously, Saint? Since when do you want to have just one chick in your bed?” I don’t want to hurt her with this, but I can’t stop the truth from breaking free.
He shrugs, placing a kiss on Jude’s forehead and surprises the shit out of me. “Since you.” He peers down at Jude, mumbling, “Since her.”
He finally releases her arm, letting her come to me, his gaze humble. “I know it’s the only way to have you forever. I’m not willing to give you up, Sinner, so I’ll share you.”
Jude wraps her arms around me, and I draw in a deep breath, the ping of pain not so welcome, even if her embrace is comforting. “Easy, my side is fucked.” I heard him, but having her in my arms is enough to momentarily distract me from the seriousness of his proclamation.
“Oh no, I’m sorry.” She wrenches back, worrying as she checks me over. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I am.” Drawing her back, this time against my good side, I breathe in her clean smelling hair. I’m so much better with her here, like this. Running my nose down her temple, I whisper, “I want you to come lay with me.”
“Okay.”
“Saint...are you hurt?” I ask as he comes up to me as well. He stares at me with so much in his gaze, like he’s trying to see straight into my soul. I’m still upset, but I want to make sure he’s all right. He may have hurt me, but I’ll always love him.
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m fine. Deserved it after what I did to you,” he admits, brushing his nose against mine softly—stealing my breath with the move. He’s not always hard and temperamental; sometimes he’s gentle. “Take it easy, Sin, I’m hitting the bar.”
Swallowing, I rest my arm over Jude’s shoulder, letting her take on some of my weight. I was stabbed, but yet I feel exhausted as if I ran a marathon. Not that I know what that would feel like, but I can guess. It’s most likely from my adrenaline spiking then falling like it did. “I’ll be in bed then.”
He grunts, knowing it’s an invitation for when he’s had his fill of liquor. He rarely sleeps if he’s left alone. I hate knowing he’s in here awake by himself, thinking about a million things and driving himself crazy. It’s comforting to have him beside me, sleeping peacefully. Plus, it helps chase away my own restlessness.
We make it back to my bed, and Jude lies down beside me. My body has a chance to relax again and in doing so realizes a woman is up against it. My cock begs to have some fun, but the chance to rest calls to me stronger. She snuggles deeper in to my side, and I sigh, content for the moment.
“Sinner?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think Saint will kill me?”
“Not while I’m still breathing.” My eyes snap back open at her question. Just what the fuck did he do to her while I wasn’t around? “What did he say to you?” He was clearly on a roll today, Christ.
She leans up, half on my chest so she can meet my questioning gaze. “He said that he was going to kill me, but he’s changed his mind now.” Her shoulders lift, her gaze unsure. “I don’t feel unsafe around him though. He’ll get upset about something, but then when he calms down, he’s really sweet to me.”
A relieved breath leaves my lungs as I muster up a grin for her. “Then you’ll be fine, sweetheart. That’s how Saint is when he’s comfortable with someone. Besides, what he was implying just a second ago wasn’t that we kill you.”