Page 81 of My Crazy Killers
“The Falcon.”
His mouth drops open. “You’re stealing my name?!”
“No, you’re Havoc,” Dex says with a grin. “Wren is the Falcon. It’s perfect.”
“I like it,” Sly agrees, making Pete sputter at him.
“Traitors!”
I grin, setting my sandwich down as I cross the space between us. He watches me cautiously, as if worried I’m going to attack him. I take his plate and set it behind me on the table before straddling him, placing a knee on either side of his hips as I sit in his lap facing him.
“What are you doing?” he whispers, his worry gone, replaced with heat as his fingers press into my sides.
I lean forward, turning my head to the side so I can whisper in his ear. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“Mad?” he asks.
“That I took your code name?”
He pulls me back so we’re facing each other as he shakes his head. “Of course not. I’m actually flattered that you like it that much.”
“And you like your new name?”
“I love it. It’s perfect, like you.” I lean forward and press my lips to his, my body melting into him as he takes his time with me. Each of them kisses so differently, but also, each time is different. They were all capable of going soft and slow or turning up the heat and desire when needed.
This kiss is the former, slow, languid, and cozy. It tells me he isn’t looking to push it any further right now and is happy to keep on kissing me for as long as he can. I love knowing that he seems constantly on edge, ready to have sex with me at any moment of the day. So when he can slow down like this, and show that our connection isn’t just about sex, that he’s happy to be close to me in any way he can, it makes me love him even more.
I reluctantly pull back and turn my head, resting my head against his shoulder as I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him.
“You okay, Little Falcon?” he whispers.
I nod my head. “Just enjoying being here with you right now. I love you.”
“You have no idea how much I love hearing you say that,” he tells me, rubbing his cheek against the top of my head. “I’ve been obsessed with you since your first letter. I don’t know when that turned into love. I think it was the moment I set my eyes on you. Seeing you cradled in Sly’s arms, I just knew you were it. You were the woman I’d marry.”
“Marry?” I ask, my body growing stiff in surprise.
“Mmm hmm,” he replies, pulling my hand from around his neck and tapping my ring. Oh, right, the engagement ring. I’m not sure if it’s amusing or endearing that the rest of them seem convinced that by wearing Elias’s ring meant I was engaged to all of them.
Technically, nobody had asked me yet, not even Elias. But I don’t want to burst their bubble. At least not until all of this Ivan business is behind us and we’re back in the U.S., or maybe Canada.
I glance at the laptop and let out a long sigh. “I guess I need to get back to work.”
“What else is there to do?” Pete asks.
“You’ve already listened to the last recording four times,” Elias adds.
“Maybe you need to look at it another way,” Dex suggests as we all look at him in confusion. “You know, instead of listening to it, you should write it down.”
“It’s already been transcribed by my software,” Elias explains.
“Oh. Well, maybe you need a cheat sheet!” he says excitedly. “You know, like for a test?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know what that is.”
“Okay,” he says, grabbing the abandoned notepad and pen and flipping to a new page. “You jot down the important parts you want to remember.”
I slide off Pete’s lap and move around to sit beside him as I think about what he’s saying. I am more of a visual learner. “Okay, we could start with a list of every time the phone calls mention a shipment.” He nods and writes‘shipments’at the top of the page, then underlines it.
