Page 46 of My Crazy Killers
“Now,” Elias says more forcefully.
Their dominating words have me crashing over the edge as I let myself go, my orgasm rolling through me like lightning. Sly presses his lips to mine, swallowing my cries as his tongue devours me. I whimper against him until I feel his hips jerk, then a feeling of warmth fills me as he finds his own release.
I start to feel my body coming down from my high as Elias’s fingers tighten on my hips, holding me firm as he thrusts hard. It doesn’t take him long beforehe grunts loudly, and I feel him spill from my ass. He presses his forehead to my shoulder as Sly pulls back, giving me one more lingering kiss. I turn to kiss the top of Elias’s head, and he mutters something about cleaning up.
Someone must pass them both wet clothes because suddenly I’m being cleaned up from both sides. I cling to Sly to try and keep myself from collapsing, and eventually he lowers me down to the bed, moving with me until we’re both on our sides. He grabs my leg and hikes it up over his hip, knowing the way I like to sleep as I snuggle in close, his arms wrapping around me.
I’m vaguely aware of someone moving in close behind me, and I think someone even lies across the top of the mattress, leaning in to kiss me goodnight.
I mumble something incoherent in response before my body gives up the fight and I succumb to the most restful sleep of my life.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
DEX
Crunching down on another potato chip, I watch Wren as she frowns down at the laptop resting on her thighs. She adjusts the headphones on her head, then clicks a button and listens intently.
“She needs a break,” I say to whoever’s in earshot.
“She said she’d take one at two,” Pete says from the ground beside me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, looking at him lying on the floor.
“I was doing pushups, now I’m resting.”
I snort before popping another crab-flavored chip in my mouth, the salty, slightly sweet taste making me moan in approval.
“You’re as bad as Wren,” he says, sitting up and letting his hands hang over his knees. “Moaning about your damn food.”
“Does this mean you’re attracted to me, too?” I tease with a big grin as I try to bat my eyelashes at him.
“I think you have something in your eye,” he says in amusement, pushing to his feet.
“Chyort poberi!” Wren suddenly curses in Russian, at least I think it’s a curse. I watch as she pulls the headphones from her head and tosses them on the coffee table along with the laptop.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, quickly moving to sit at her side and offer her some support. She never turns down my cuddles. I wrap my arm around her, and she instantly sinks into my side as she lets out a huff of frustration.
“It’s these stupid phone calls I’m listening to. They don’t make sense.”
“You can’t translate them?” I ask, trying to understand what she meant.
“No, I can, and the software is doing that as well. But parts of what is being translated don’t make any sense to me.”
“What do you mean?” Elias asks as he moves from where he was sitting at the dining table with Sly to the other armchair. Pete takes the one I’d been sitting in, and Sly leans against the arm of his chair while Jagger stays seated on Wren’s other side.
We’ve all been sort of lounging around all day. After last night'sactivities, everyone was feeling a little tired this morning. Wren, Jagger, and Elias went to work while the rest of us mustered up some brunch for everyone.
“They keep mentioning Blackburn, my brother. But he’s dead.” She lifts her head to look at Elias as she asks, “He was dead, right? I slit his throat.”
“He was definitely dead.”
“Then why do they keep mentioning him?” she asks infrustration.
“I’m not sure.” Elias frowns down at the laptop as Jagger starts signing.
“Do you have any other family members who go by that name?”
She shakes her head. “My dad was an only sibling, and as you know, the women go by their mother’s name.”
