Page 77 of The Protection Agreement

We get to the house in time to see Ice pulling up. He sees us hand in hand and smiles.

“You good, Boss?” he shouts.

“Yeah, I’m good. You can leave alone, if you want,” I yell back, making Ice laugh.

“Not a chance,” he says, getting out of the car. We all go inside the house and the smell of grilling hits.

“Dad, what are you making?” I call out.

“Grilling some steak for Jola,” he hollers.

“I think, subconsciously, he’s feeding Eni and not Jola,” I joke to her. She laughs, which puts a smile on my soul. I know he’s trying to keep us together in his own way because he loved Eni and Jola is a duplicate of Eni.

“Don’t be jealous,” she teases.

I smile. My girl is back.

“No jealousy here, sprinkles, just making sure I know who he’s feeding.”

She smirks and goes to the kitchen to join my dad. Ice and I step outside while Jola and my dad talk about grilling.

“Is she okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, she’s fine. I don’t want to leave her alone tonight, but I need to kick my brother’s ass.”

“Consider it done.”

“That Eric guy, have Malik find out where he’s staying and get a full work up on him. When we get back, I need a face to face with him.”

“Okay. Are you guys good?” Ice asks.

“Yeah, we are. I’m staying with her tonight. Not leaving her alone.”

“Got it. I’ll have some food and head back out.” I nod and we head inside.

Chapter forty-five

Lexi/Jola

I eat, laugh, and enjoy the evening with the men. Ice leaves early. Bruce and I decide to watch a movie in our room, in bed. It doesn’t take long before his hands start to wander. I raise a brow at him, and he smirks back. I’m not taking my meds tonight. We both know that.

“The movie just started,” I say.

“I know. You can keep watching while I do what I like to do.” He says grinning

“Orgasms guaranteed?” I flirt.

“Absolutely, sprinkles.”

“You owe me multiple, Mr. Darcy.” I dryly remind.

“I’m guaranteed to deliver, Ms. Lloyds.” He smirks, sliding down my body to pull down my pants. He spreads my legs and settles between them. “Jola, you have to be quiet. I don’t want my dad hearing your throes of pleasure,” he says, right as I gasp.

“Then you better not do what I’m guessing you’re about to do,” I say with a feigned scowl.

“Oh, I will, sprinkles. You just have to be a good girl and hold it all in.” He grins.

Before I can respond, his warm tongue hits my center. I smack my lips together. This is going to be a rough ride. He starts with a slow lick, running his tongue in slow, steady strokes, then a swirl followed by deep sucking. My body writhes as pleasure surges through me. The movie is completely forgotten. My lips stay pressed tight as I try not to make a sound, though everything inside me wants to scream.