Armored Hearts (The Town of Pearl 7)

He rolled his eyes and lifted the sweatshirt up over his head.

“Here. You could have just asked to wear it,” he said as he helped her into it. It of course was huge on her, but he loved the fact that she wanted to wear something of his. He loved her scent and would love to hold onto something that smelled like her when he wasn’t here at home. But that would be corny, and soldiers didn’t do corny.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “You like wearing our clothes?” he a

sked, letting his hand roam over her backside.

“I don’t know why. I guess it’s like I can constantly keep one of you right by me at all times. Sound kind of corny?” she asked him and he smiled as he wrapped his arm over her shoulder and led her from the bedroom.

“Not corny at all.”

They headed downstairs and found Ford in the kitchen cooking up some breakfast. He smiled when he saw her then curled his finger for her to come over to him.

Fisher watched her walk to Ford, the sweatshirt nearly to her knees and the sleeves over her hands.

“What’s this?” Ford asked, directing toward her sweatshirt. She gave a slow nod over her shoulder at Fisher.

“Fisher gave it to me so I can stay warm and keep him nearby at all times. Isn’t that sweet?” she asked and Fisher felt his cheeks warm. Ford looked at him and laughed.

“Awe, isn’t that so sweet of you, Fisher?”

“You little troublemaker. I didn’t say that.” Fisher wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up and against him. She laughed and Ford touched her cheek as they all paused.

“I think Fisher had a great idea.” He kissed her softly then went back to cooking.

Fisher took her hand and led her to the island in the kitchen where he pulled a stool out for her.

“Coffee?” he asked and she nodded her head.

“Where are the others?” she asked.

“Flynn went out early, took the dogs with him to take some pictures,” Ford said.

“Oh man, I wanted to get up early to go with him but I was exhausted.”

“Of course you were. You woke us up about four a.m. feeling a little needy, baby. Don’t you remember?” Fisher teased. His cock hardened at the memory. She wasn’t too shy to admit she wanted sex. He loved that about her.

“I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep. In fact, Flynn started it all,” she said with an attitude.

“Poor Grey’s ass was dragging when he got up for work,” Ford added and Fisher chuckled.

“He’ll be in a foul mood tonight when he gets home. I think I’ll stay clear of him.”

Just then the backdoor opened and Flynn came in along with the dogs.

India got down and greeted them as the dogs immediately went to her side first.

Fisher was taken aback. Thank God Fenton wasn’t here right now or he would flip out. He was the main master.

“Good morning, babies. How are my three little cuties?” she asked the dogs in a silly voice that made the dogs nuts. Immediately Magnum rolled onto his back, a new thing he started now that India rubbed his belly. Then Clint did the same, pushing Magnum to the side, and Charles sat down next to her, sniffing her hair and sneaking in a lick. She laughed and gave all three her full attention.

“Jesus. She’s got them whipped,” Flynn said, passing by the scene and washing up by the sink.

“You’re back early,” Ford pointed out.

“There was some company out there. Didn’t want to take the chance of our three guys getting into a fight,” Flynn told them.

“A fight? Who?” India asked as she stood up. Magnum jumped up with her and nudged her hand.