Thick as Thieves (The Greystone Family: Stolen Hearts #3)

Chapter 29

29

Xander

Mexico City

It’s my fucking birthday and they know the rules. They have to do what I want, and I want her to come out to a club. I know the club I have in mind. It’s a nightclub, but also another type of club if we want it. And I fucking want it. I need to let off some serious steam. The days are running out for her to be with us and I need to fill up my quota of Evie. Otherwise I’ll be hopping on the next flight home.

I don’t want to hurt her. I would never, ever hurt her. I’ve gotten where I don’t like any marks on her. But I want to show her how much better things can be, how much pleasure I can provide. Kell's been winding things up all week, hints and things here and there. He always gets amped, he’s up for anything.

I walk into the kitchen to see them both laughing. It’s a beautiful sight and my heart starts to bang in my chest. She’s telling him the story of the balls. I’m still not sure if it was laughter or upset that day, but I certainly turned it into pleasure for her.

She’s so gorgeous, beautiful, she really doesn’t see it. She thinks she’s a boring person and not at all glamorous. But that is so far wrong. The light pours out of her and all I want to do is throw myself into it again and again. Levi is right, she does draw people in, like a magnet, welcoming everyone.

I watch their interaction, and when Texas arrives I watch the Greystone face appear. Oh, fuck. What’s up with her? I watch it bloom even more when the club and Tex being game is mentioned. Does she think something is going on? I need to speak to her, I need to touch her, and I can tell by the looks Kell’s giving me that he understands what I’m feeling.

Do I tell her now about the duality of the club or leave it and let her decide later? If I choose wrong, it might wind up being just me and Kell. I fucking hope not.

Before she can escape, I drag her into our room. “What’s wrong?” I ask blunt straight out.

She just stares at me. Fuck, what is wrong? I can see she’s mulling things over, deciding what to say.

“I’m nervous about what you’re going to ask for, Xander,” she says quietly, wringing her hands together, her nerves shining through.

“Really? Even after three months with us?” I say incredulously, taking ahold of her hands in mine.

She nods. “I know I’m a bit PG for you both, but?—”

“You’re not. I love being with you. Stop thinking like that. I really don’t like it. It’s so negative, and you, my love, are the best thing in my life. I love being with you and Kell, so please don't think like that.” I pause and look into her eyes to make sure I’m getting through. “I only want what I know you’ll enjoy. I’d never ask you for something I know you wouldn’t like. Kell, I might”—I grin at her—“but never you.”

She smiles tentatively at me and nods. “Okay, are you going to say then?”

“No. Later,” I tell her, grinning wider. “Do you trust me to look after you, Kitten?” She nods. “Then wait, it will be worth it, I promise.” I kiss her, holding her face in my hands, pouring all my love into the kiss, and she has tears in her eyes when I let her go.

“Happy birthday, Xander Barclay. I love you,” she tells me, kissing me.

The emotion behind the kiss is coming from her soul, and I devour it. If I could climb into her and take the lot, I would. Because this woman is my life.