I rolled my eyes. “An act?”
He smirked at me and winked. “Baby, if he let me, I’d fucking spear you with my dick and pound you into the mattress all night long.” My eyes popped open wide, which only made him grin and grab his crotch. “Gotta be flexible. You never know who you’ll encounter or the orientation of the target. And it’s been long enough that I’d fuck either or both of you.”
“Where are you headed next?” Six cut in, changing the direction of the conversation.
“Hard to say,” Five said with a shrug. “I had to grenade a wetwork team to get away from my last job. If Home really is getting rid of us, they better know we aren’t going to go quietly.”
“I think the best thing to do is get us all together.”
“That’s going to be a hard job with Home being on the silent side and Jason in hiding.”
“Maybe. I saw Nine and One in Paris.”
Five’s eyebrows shot up. “And?”
Why did it seem out of all of them I’d met, Five was the only expressive one? He seemed the most normal, which left me wondering how he was there.
“Their plan was to head back and meet up when their job was done.”
Five groaned. “Why is getting information from you so difficult?” Six looked to me and Five followed. “Then why are we talking in front of her?”
“Oh, so me, the victim here, is to blame? Fuck you very much, assbutt.”
Five’s eyes went wide as they flipped from me to Six.
“Lacey.”
I sighed and waved my hand in front of me. “Yeah, yeah, just keep on with your conversation. The only one I’ve got to talk to is the wall anyway, and I don’t think this paper is going anywhere for a while.”
I fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. My stomach muscles clenched when something hard hit and bounced onto the bed.
The TV remote.
I glanced up to two killers looking down at me. One gave me a smirk and looked like he wanted to eat me, while the other looked like he wanted to fuck the shit out of me.
Turning on the TV, I gave them the privacy to continue their hush-hush Cleaner talk. There were more channels than the shithole outside Atlanta, and I soon found myself lying on one of the two beds watching Supernatural.
I awoke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest.
Damn stupid falling dream.
The room was dark, and Six was wrapped around me as usual. The thought that he was there, protecting me, seemed to relax me, an irony which was not missed.
After I calmed, I pulled away and sat up. When I turned to look down at him, he was silent as he stared back in the dim glow of the room.
I stood and stumbled my way to the bathroom. That was when I noticed I was only in my shirt and panties. I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but apparently he’d been able to get some of my clothes off without me noticing.
The best place to sleep really was in the company of killers.
Finishing up, I startled at the figure in the doorway. “Fuck, are you trying to scare me?”
Five smirked. “Just making sure you’re all right and don’t need a hand.”
I rolled my eyes. “Are all of you perverts?” I reached down to grab my panties, pulling them up as I stood.
His tongue swiped across his lips. “No, but killing does give a jolt to the system. Gets the adrenaline and blood pumping.” His hand moved down his bare chest to the hard-on that was trying desperately to get out of his boxers. “Gives you a high and a fierce need to fuck.”
I stepped to the sink. “No.” My hands began to shake as I rubbed them together under the water.
In the mirror I watched him shake his head. “I can be just as domineering as him.” He reached out and caressed his finger down my arm. “But I make a better lover.”
“Not looking for one.”
Fuckity fuck.
Six was in the other room. He had to be awake. He was when I got up. Why was he letting Five do this? Had they silently agreed while I was passed out that he could use me?
He stepped behind me and whispered into my ear, “I’m not looking to go steady, darling. I just want to put my dick in your pussy until it squeezes the come from my balls. All I have to do is lean you over.” He pressed against my back while I braced my arms against the counter. “Just stand there and let me get off.”
Cha-click!
My eyes shot up to the mirror. Five wasn’t concerned at all, but Six was all business.
“I don’t share toys.”
Five turned. “I was just having a little fun.”
Six lowered his gun. “Fun. Right.” His fist shot out, landing square into Five’s stomach. Five’s eyes popped open, and a small grunt came out as he bent over. “Don’t touch.” Six looked back up to me. “Get back in the bed.”