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“Why?” I ask, turning myself to see Sly better. I settle my back against Jagger’s chest as he wraps his arms around me. “It’s not like you’re going to go back there and kill them again, right?”
“I just need to know.”
Looking up at him, I can see the tension coiling under his skin. As hard as it’s been for me this past month, I at least had their letters to know how they were doing. They had nothing from me, and for a controlling guy like Sly, it must have been hell. His protective instincts must be in overdrive.
Setting my feet on the ground, I stand and step toward him, lifting my arms out to the sides as I tell him, “I’m all yours, Sir. Inspect away.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
WREN
The fire in his eyes turns from frustration to heat as he looks me up and down. Then he starts barking out orders. “Pete, take her sweatshirt off.”
“You got it,” he says eagerly as he moves behind me, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulling it over my head.
“No bra,” Sly comments, his eyes skating over my chest.
“They took all my clothes, and this is all they gave me to wear,” I tell him before noting that he’s removed the guard’s shirt, only wearing a white T-shirt on top, but he’s still wearing the guard's pants. “Take those off,” I demand.
His eyes meet mine in surprise, but then he must see my anger there because he quickly slips them off and tosses them to Dex. “Burn those in the fireplace.”
“Mine too,” Pete says, tossing him his own pair.
Sly looks at me as he asks, “Better?”
I take a second to take in his tight white T-shirt and boxers. “You never wear white. Take that off, too,” I instructhim. Amusement fills me when he does so without comment.
“Now it’s your turn,” he says, eyeing my sweatpants. “Take those off, and anything else you have on under there. We’re burning it all.”
I keep eye contact with him as I easily push them over my hips and let them drop to the floor, stepping toward him as I step out of them.
His eyes start to roam all over me, and I realize he really is inspecting me. I haven’t had access to a mirror, so I have no idea if I have any bruises on me anymore.
“Turn around, slowly,” he instructs. And as I do as he says, I find three other sets of eyes assessing me, too. Dex is the only one missing and must be burning our clothes.
When I finally face Sly again, I try to assess the look on his face, but I’m unsure what he’s thinking. “Am I… tarnished?” I ask, unable to think of a better word.
“You could never be tarnished,” Elias says from where he’s still seated on the bed.
“You have a couple of small bruises on your shoulder, here,” Sly says, reaching out to hold my left arm just below the mark. I twist my arm to see the damage, and there is a very slight purpling to the skin. That’s probably from where I was shoved into the bars.
“I told you, it wasn’t that bad. You guys freed me just in time,” I tell him with a tight-lipped smile as I cross my arms over my chest, feeling a little self-conscious at being the only naked one in the room.
“I needed to see for myself, to know what you’d been through, but also so I know how careful I need to be with you.”
“Careful?” I ask, but the word is barely out of my mouthbefore he bends down and scoops me up in his arms. “Sly! What are you doing?” I ask as he marches into the bathroom.
“I need to clean the stench of that place off you.” He sets me on the countertop as he moves to start the shower.
I sniff my arm as I ask, “I smell that bad?”
“No,” Pete answers as he enters in nothing but his boxers. “But we need to clean that place off you. And us.”
“Oh,” I reply as he and Sly stand side by side, facing me. Then, at the same time, they both push their boxers down, leaving them completely naked. “Oh my,” I whisper, eyeing their half-erect cocks.
It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen them, I almost forgot what they looked like.Almost.Suddenly, I’m hoping this shower includes reminding me what theyfeellike, too.
“Like what you see?” Pete asks, amused, as I stare at their junk.
