Love, Displaced (Love, Transported Series Book 1) by Cait Hardcastle

Author:Cait Hardcastle [Hardcastle, Cait]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Cait Hardcastle
Published: 2022-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Magdalena

Brogan carried my pliable body upstairs draped in his huge leather jacket. I stroked the smooth surface with heavy eyes. I added a possible leather kink to my growing list.

I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and nibbled him. His neck was thick with strong cords leading down to his enveloping arms. Arms that committed violence in New York, now safely carried me.

I liked all of him. Both sides of his life.

I nibbled him again, enjoying the playfulness.

“Careful,” he warned as we ascended the stairs. “Did you not get enough of me?”

“I’ll never have enough of this,” I said, immediately regretting the overshare. “Or maybe I need more spanking.” I tried playing off my excessive emotion.

He merely laughed as he laid me on his bed.

“Stay here, baby.”

A few moments later, he returned with Bea in and placed her next to me. He kissed me and whispered, “I keep my promises, Magdalena.”

Maybe I needed more of him after all.

I made sure Bea was comfortable before I pulled on some of Brogan’s clothes and started the ancient rite of passage enjoyed by most girlfriends…I started snooping through his room.

A normal guy would have the odd evidence of sexual fetish or an objectively disgusting rag amongst their items.

A man like Brogan would have untold treasures. Maybe a few knives? Or a grenade?

I started with the side table. Everyone knew the side table held the dirtiest secret treasures. I pulled on the drawer, but it stuck.

Just like Brogan to have a drawer only he could hulk open. I pulled, bracing my legs against the wall. I should’ve been strong enough but my legs were wobbly after the closet. Treacherously, my legs gave out and I fell, jostling the bed on my way down.

The noise roused Bea who jolted up like a gunshot.

“Get the fuck off me, puttanos!” She fought against an invisible foe.

“Bea. It’s Mags. You’re safe. We’re safe,” I soothed.

I held out a reassuring hand and allowed her to touch me first. We processed our traumas differently and Bea hated waking up in unfamiliar spaces. I cursed myself for not waking her up in a safer way.

I thanked the powers that be every day that the streets took her in instead of the system. She was strong. She would have been fine, but I didn’t want her to experience any more pain.

“Mags,” she answered groggily as she came around, grabbing my hand. “Are we at Brogan’s house?”

“Yep. I’m sorry for waking you up like this. I was snooping.”

She laughed and rolled over to look over the side of the bed. “And you’ve started without me? Rude!”

“Sorry. I wanted you to sleep,” I laughed. “I can’t get it open.”

“Alright. Let me go to the bathroom, and then we’ll double team it.” She crooked a wicked eyebrow at me and padded into the adjoining bathroom.

Refreshed and awake, we successfully managed to pull the drawer out, though it took effort. We peered down into the drawer with wide smiles on our faces. We pulled out some expensive lubricant and an anal plug with a bow on it.

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