55. Waverly
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
WAVERLY
A soft breath tickles my bare neck as consciousness drags me out of the most peaceful sleep I’ve ever had.
There was no worry about someone breaking in, or how I was going to pay the next bill that would inevitably be here in days, or whether I needed to move to another city soon because I’d been here for too long.
No. When I fell asleep, I was engulfed in two bodies, their warmth and gentle touches giving me peace for the first time in my life. Something I would never take for granted after all these years living in fear.
A heavy arm rests over my hip, with the owner’s body pressed against my back, holding me against them like they think I’m going to make a run for it.
I drag my eyes open and see the other side of the bed is empty, and a bolt of panic tugs at my chest before I remember Emmett had to work this morning.
It’s still so surreal to think that the man who fucked my ass last night is also a pastor, but after some research I would never admit to either of them, it turns out a lot of people who believe in God don’t see an issue with the kink community.
Who would have thought?
I’m sure there are plenty of people who would have an issue with what Emmett does behind closed doors, but I agree with what he told me the night we met. As long as you’re a good person, why would God have a problem with something that makes you happy? That would be the opposite of what he and his religion stand for.
Kade groans behind me. “Do you always think this loudly in the morning?”
I giggle and turn in his arms, pressing a kiss to his lips before I can overthink it and stop myself. “Shouldn’t you know already, stalker?”
His dark eyes blink open, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Couldn’t risk getting caught before it was time to claim you.”
“Is that what you’ve done? Claimed me?”
He nods. “As much as I can for now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve known you were mine for years, so if I thought you’d agree to it, you’d have our last name and our baby growing inside you already.”
My mouth drops open in surprise at his words, earning me a deep chuckle and a gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“But it’s only fair I give you some time to get used to the idea of the three of us together before I start demanding things like that.”
I’m pretty sure panic should be beating in my chest right now. Because this is all moving much quicker than I can comprehend, and yet I don’t hate the idea of being their wife or having their kids. Which is insane in itself, seeing as I never thought I would ever get married or have children. I never thought it would be safe to do so, and so I never allowed myself to consider it as an option.
But what if it is?
What if I can have the life I never dared hope for?
“What time do you have to be at the club tonight?” He asks, changing the subject from the life-changing, completely insane one we were just on.
“Four. I need to help Abigail with getting the bar ready for the night and doing some ordering.”
He nods. “I have some work I need to do this afternoon.”
“Some people you need to kill, you mean?” My own casual tone surprises me. I never thought I’d be okay with murder under any circumstances, but then again, I never thought I’d be in a relationship with a trained assassin.
He chuckles. “Not today. Just some general surveillance on a person of interest. Nothing for you to worry about.”
I nod before snuggling deeper into his arms, a place I don’t know how I’m ever going to convince myself to leave when it feels this fucking good.