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“And know we’re all watching as you come undone,” Pete says with a mischievous grin.
Elias’s hands are like magic. I don’t know how he can flick my nipple, rub my clit all while maintaining a steady pace, his hips bucking into me with a perfect balance of force and speed.
“Please!” I whimper, not sure what I’m asking for.
Pete leans over me and sucks my other nipple into his mouth, tugging it with his teeth, and that seems to be all I need as I start to cry out. Pete quickly moves to kiss me, drowning out my screams of ecstasy as Elias keeps moving, as if he wants to fuck every last inch of orgasm out of me, and only when I stop shaking does he hold himself tightly inside me, his hand sliding to my hip to hold me tight as he grunts, finding his own release inside me.
I must be so full of them right now. I’d be surprised if I’m not leaking all night. That thought strangely arouses me. I imagine waking up in the night and finding their mess still spilling out of me. I don’t think that’s exactly a normal thought, so I keep that to myself as I take a moment to breathe. Large hands gently caress my skin, and words ofreassurance are whispered around me. I’m wiped clean between my legs and try to help, but my limbs are like noodles and don’t seem to want to do much other than flop around.
Someone lifts me up and moves me. I find myself cuddled in someone’s lap as they gently stroke my skin. I stay there in a dreamy haze for a few minutes before Elias whispers, “You gotta wake up for a minute, sweetheart. We need to get you dressed.”
I groan and do my best attempt to sit up as he swings my legs to the floor. When I open my eyes, I find Elias kneeling in front of me, and see Jagger’s large hands coming from behind, telling me it’s his lap I'm sitting on right now.
I lift my arms and butt when I’m told as they dress me. Normally, I’d feel embarrassed by being moved around like a useless doll, but my body is so relaxed and my mind so at peace that I don’t care.
Elias puts my boots on last, then grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. Before I can even consider walking, Jagger scoops me up, and I place my arms around his neck and kiss the edge of his jaw.
“Thanks,” I tell him with a smile. He tilts his head toward me, and I stretch forward to give him a quick, soft kiss. Then he turns his head as our server enters, telling us it’s time to go. We follow behind Sly and Dex, with the other two moving in behind us, everyone silent as we make our way down the stairs, through the lower dining room, and off the boat.
“I had fun, thank you for bringing me here.” My words are for everyone, but my eyes are on Sly as I know he organized it. He tips his head in acknowledgement as we head to the car we rented this afternoon. Elias didn’t want a ride-share taking us to where we practiced shooting, so we decided to rent a car again, with the plan to keep it for the long term this time.
I know that tomorrow we’ll have to take action, planning how to take down Ivan, but for tonight, I’m going to pretend everything is going to be fine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
WREN
“That’s where the warehouse is?” Dex asks, as we all hover around Elias.
He nods. “Yep, that’s the location Harry gave us.”
“It makes sense,” Sly comments. “It looks like that area doesn’t get much traffic.”
“It’s secluded,” I add, seeing it’s located at the end of a dead-end street.
“So, how do you want to do this?” Pete asks, standing up and leaning his hip against the dining table where we’re all currently gathering around Elias’s laptop.
When we got home last night, we went straight to sleep. I had planned to wake up before anyone else and surprise someone the way Pete and Elias had surprised me, but everyone woke up at the same time. At the mention of pancakes, I couldn’t wait to get in the kitchen and make them for everyone, along with a pile of bacon and sausages.
Once that was done, Elias grabbed his laptop and quickly found the location of the warehouse Harry had given usyesterday. Just staring at the aerial view on his screen makes my stomach tighten with unease.
Who knows what we’ll find there? Will we even be able to get close enough to find out what’s going on?
“What’s our purpose?” I ask, frowning at the screen.
“To stop Ivan,” Pete answers, but I shake my head.
“No, I mean today. We go to the warehouse… to do what, exactly?”
“To stake it out,” Elias explains.
“Yeah, but what are we going to do with that info? If we see Ivan come and go, where does that get us?”
“It confirms it’s his warehouse,” Sly says.
“Yes, but how does that actually help us? We won’t be able to get inside to see the guns for ourselves, right?”
Elias presses his lips together like he doesn’t like what I’m saying, but understands my point.
