Page 33 of My Crazy Killers
The only thing it’s missing is Bluey, her stuffed whale, but we’d already explained that we had it safely stored with the rest of our meager possessions back in the States. We didn’t want to risk losing it here if we had to leave in a hurry. I don’t think she minded, since she seemed to prefer cuddling us at night anyway.
“What do you think, angel?” I ask, forcing her to pull away from the heated kiss she was having with Dex to glance at our new bed.
Her smile is wide and contagious as she takes it in. “It's amazing. You’ll all stay here tonight?”
Everyone nods or says yes as Dex leads her to the center of the bed.
“How about a movie night?” I ask, looking for the remote as she settles down under the blanket.
“Sure! What are we going to watch?” she asks as I find the remote and settle on her free side. The other three leave the room to get ready for bed as I search for the movie I have in mind.
She’s started watching action movies, and I want to show her a classic one, one of my all-time favorites.Die Hard.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WREN
Staring at my hair in the mirror, I turn my head side to side, pulling up my ends and wondering if I should cut it. My bangs had grown out weeks ago, and they were at an awkward length, pushed to the sides now.
I feel like I want a change; I’ve been wearing my straight hair down my whole life. It wasn’t until I left the house that I realized there were other ways to style it. My mind keeps going back to a style I saw on a tv show last week. I won’t even need to cut my hair to make it work.
Sectioning my hair into two, I grab some hair ties and start playing with it. It’s much harder than it looks. I thought messy buns would be easy to imitate, but they keep flopping down. It takes me almost twenty minutes to finally get them in position on either side of my head.
Now a grin pulls at my lips when I tilt my head side to side. The only thing left to take care of is my bangs. I rummage through the drawers and find a tiny pair of scissors, and deciding that I like them the way I’ve always worn them, straight across, kissing my brows, I get to work, takingoff only a little at a time until they reach my desired length. It takes even longer to get them even, and I leave a couple of longer pieces at either side to frame my face.
Setting the scissors down, I step back and move to the full-length mirror on the side wall of the bathroom. Someone had bought me fishnet tights, and I decided to wear them today, along with my knee-high black socks, a black and dark green pleated short skirt, and a matching dark green tight-fitted crop top.
The scabbing on my back is practically all gone now since I started being allowed out of bed, three days ago, so I’m back to wearing bras. I wasn’t sure who was buying my clothes, or if they were all contributing to my wardrobe, but when I found the matching set of lacey dark green bra and underwear, I knew I needed to wear it with this outfit.
I find a simple black velvet choker necklace on the dresser and add that to my outfit, smiling when I see the whole thing together. I think I look cute, like an emo badass. I just need a dagger strapped to my thigh and a gun holstered on the other side, and I’ll be good to go.
Speaking of which, it was time to ask them about that.
Feeling more like myself than I have in weeks, I step out of the bathroom to find an empty bedroom. Glancing down at our makeshift bed on the floor, I smile. I love sleeping with them all close by; it helps me sleep soundly, knowing they are all there.
It is also sending my libido into overdrive. Being around them all day is bad enough, but seeing them at night, all shirtless, in nothing but tight boxers that leave little to the imagination, is like torture. And every time I try to sneakily let my hands start exploring their bodies, Sly or Elias are there, stopping me, as if they have some sixth sense for it.
Which is why, no matter who I start the night cuddling, I am often wrapped in Sly’s arms until I fall asleep. I want to be upset that he could resist my blatant pleas for more. Still, I know he’s doing it out of love and worry for me, so normally, all it takes is a few stern words of warning from him that he’ll let Elias spank me and leave me hanging, which had me settling down, even if my pussy was raring to go.
When I step out into the suite, I instantly find all five guys scattered around the couches and table. Seeing Elias hunched over his laptop, I decide to make him my target.
I step right up to his side as I make my demands. “I want a gun.”
His head snaps up to mine, then his eyes slowly widen as he drags them down my body, his lips slowly parting as he takes in my outfit.
Feeling pleased he seems so taken with it, I pop out a hip and place my hand there as I ask, "Like what you see?”
“Holy shit, Wren!” Pete says. I glance at where he’s looking at me with wide eyes over the back of the couch. “Are you trying to give us all heart attacks?”
Looking back at Elias, I place a finger under his chin and push up, making him snap his jaw shut. He swallows heavily, then turns his chair to fully face me. “Wren, you look…”
“Delectable?” Sly offers.
“Edible?” Dex suggests.
“Fuckable,” Pete adds, making my cheeks heat.
Their words give me a boldness I’ve never felt before, and seeing Elias so speechless gives me a big boost to my confidence. I step forward, and he instinctively parts his legs, letting me move closer as his hands find their way to my hips.
