I moved fast, and a moment later I had her in my arms. Bending my mouth to her ear, I growled, “That’s not disturbing you, sweetheart. That’s giving you what you want. If you’d like me to show you what disturbing you is, I’d be happy to do that at any time.”
Her breathing picked up and she attempted to push out of my hold, but I tightened it instead.
“Are you going to keep me trapped or can I go have a shower?” she asked, feigning annoyance.
“I’m going to let you go, but I need your answer first.”
“My answer to what?”
“Your answer to whether or not you’d like me to show you what disturbing you is.”
Her eyes widened again, but in a completely different way than before. This time, they flashed her desire for me. Her desire for me to disturb her. “Yes,” she whispered, clearly affected.
“Yes what?” I demanded, moving my hand to her neck, gripping her firmly there.
“Yes, I want you to disturb me,” she said, her voice all breathy.
I let her neck go, trailing my hand down her chest and over one of her breasts. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and when my hand slipped down the front of her top to take hold of her breast, she let out a whimper. “Good, baby. Tonight,” I promised, and then let her go. I smacked her lightly on the ass and said, “Now go and get ready. I promise to leave you alone.”
As she walked out of the bedroom, I thought about everything we’d been through over the past month.
Layla had remained patient with me while I got my shit together concerning my father’s death. I was still dealing with it, and I knew I would be for a long time still, but I’d moved past those initial hollow feelings. Since then, I’d reconciled the events of that day in my mind and was okay with Marcus’s death. My only regret was that it had affected Storm. They were still dealing with the fallout of his death, and fuck knew how that was all going to play out.
“Donovan!”
I turned to look at Layla standing in the doorway. “What?” I asked.
“I was calling you,” she said, clearly frustrated.
“What’s up?”
Her face softened a little. “I changed my mind. You can come and disturb me now.”
Fuck.
I strode to where she stood, grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom. “Clothes off,” I ordered as I began peeling mine off.
The look on her face gave her thoughts away. Layla fucking loved being bossed around, and I had no doubt she was going to fucking love being disturbed by me.
Four hours later, we collected my mother from her house on the way to Madison and J’s home. I sensed her nerves, and Layla and I did our best to put her at ease before we got there. As I listened to Layla talk to Mum, I realised she could talk her way into anything. She never failed to convince me of anything, and she singlehandedly convinced my mother that she had nothing to worry about where Madison was concerned.
When Madison threw her front door open and greeted us with a warm smile, I figured things might go smoothly. And when she reached for my mother’s hand and welcomed her into her house, I watched my mother’s worry fall away, and I knew everything was going to be okay.
My fractured family was slowly being put back together.
I watched the three most important people in my life chatting, enjoying themselves, and realised I was a fucking lucky bastard.
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Acknowledgements
I suck at writing these! I am sure to forget someone important. Please forgive me if I do.
I always have to thank my beautiful daughter. She gave me so much space to write this book that she must almost feel like a neglected child. It’s a good thing I’ve raised her to be a fairly independent person. She helped keep our home running while I locked myself away in the cave. I love you, baby. You’ll never know just how much.
I also must thank my family and friends who let me write. I love you all. Kathleen, love you long time, dude. You’ll always be my DBFFF xx
To my beta readers – Melanie, Paula, Christina, Amanda, Lauren, Sammi, Elle, Becca and Malia. Thank you so much for all your help on Slay. I truly couldn’t have done it without you, and I really appreciate all your feedback and suggestions.
To my editor, Karen. I loved working with you on Slay and look forward to working with you again. I love that you loved Layla and Blade as much as I do. Thank you for being so patient with me when I missed deadlines.
To my PA, Melanie Sassymum. Baaaabbbbe. I love you, chick. Thank you for everything you do for me, and for your amazing support. You are an amazing lady, and I am lucky to work with you and also to call you my friend.
To my cover designer, Louisa. Lovely, your covers are amazing! Thank you for making my books look so damn good!!