I squeezed past Five in the doorway and walked around Six on my way back. They both followed, Five running his hand over the spot where Six’s fist landed.
Six turned me so we were chest to chest on our sides, blocking me from Five’s view. I quirked my brow but he didn’t do or say anything, just wrapped his arms around me. Only I was nuzzling into his chest instead of a pillow.
Hot and cold, as usual.
Trapped in a room with one assassin for a few days was bad enough, but two of the horny bastards was torture. Especially after watching two hot bodies working out in front me.
Naked, sweaty, toned chests doing push-ups, sit-ups. One-handed push-up contests, then one-handed with one leg.
Athletic, strong, and lean, begging to have my tongue lick them.
They were turning me into a horny bitch, and I was fairly certain Five was doing it simply to flirt, which only drove their competition.
It was a little weird sharing space with Five. I was used to running around the room anywhere from half-naked to full Monty with Six, but with Five I felt a bit on the shy side. After his prank—and I was pretty certain it was at least half for show and the other half seeing if I’d go along with it—he didn’t exactly stop.
Then again, Six made it pretty clear.
“Are you serious right now?” I asked as my hand whipped out and slapped Five in the stomach.
Five laughed and shrugged, my hit having neither the strength nor force behind it like Six’s. “Face it, bit bit, you got caught up in his mysterious aura, didn’t you?”
I rolled my eyes. “There were a lot of things that night, including a lot of alcohol and a front zip dress on a body that hadn’t been fucked in months.”
“Trolloping whore, huh?”
My mouth popped open. “Ass.”
“Did she meet the desperate-woman-seeking-dick look?”
Six nodded. “She had the added bonus of being the hottest woman there.”
Hold the phone…
He paid me a compliment. Six, in all his fucked-up-ness, had just said one of the first nice things to me he’d said since he had a bead on me.
“Check and mate.” Five clapped his hands together. “She’s a tasty cookie, and I love her feistiness.” His tongue wet his lips. “Are you sure I couldn’t—”
“Don’t make me shoot you, man.”
“Guess I’ll have to go pick up my own hostage.” Five wagged his eyebrows.
I watched as Five stood and walked to the bathroom, then returned my focus down to the book I was reading. Three sentences was as far as I’d gotten when the end of the bed dipped. I glanced up and right into the dark eyes of my captor.
He grabbed on to my ankles and twisted me, pulling my body down the bed as he climbed between my legs. Heat flooded my cheeks as he slowly worked his hands up my stomach, wrapping his hands around my arms, moving them above my head.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine. A sensuous kiss, one that made my thighs tighten around his hips, drawing him in closer. Slow, devouring strokes of his tongue. His hips flexed into me, pushing his cock against my clit.
We didn’t get the all night fuck-fest he’d mentioned when we left to see Jason, and it seemed he wanted to make up for it right then.
“Five’s here,” I whispered. For days, he waited until Five left on some errand before getting his rocks off, but it seemed there was no more of that.
His mouth sucked warm trails down my neck while his hands pulled my shirt up and over my head. “And?” I bit my lip, then hissed as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it, flicking it with his tongue. “It’s not like I haven’t fucked you in front of someone before.”
My head tipped back onto the bed. He switched to the other nipple and I shuddered, arching into him as my breath sped up.
Within seconds, Six had me from slightly chilly to burning inferno.
The door to the bathroom opened, and his lips attacked mine. I ran my hands up and wrapped them around his shoulders, gripping on the hair at the base of his neck. Bare chest against bare chest as we kissed—nothing felt better.
For such a frightening man, his testosterone filled intensity still made for a panty-wetting attraction.
Sitting up, he grabbed on to my shorts and panties and pulled them down my legs.
There was excitement, a tingling that ignited my cells, knowing the fine male specimen in front of me was about to unleash a torrent of primal need. Skin to skin contact for base urges that I refused to deny.
I dove in head first, because going with the flow was easier than resistance. Pleasure better than pain.
I watched in a hypnotic trance as his fingers worked open his jeans, my hips rotating each second he upped the anticipation.
“Beg.”
My eyes widened. “You want me to beg for it?”
The corner of his mouth moved up into a smirk. His arm stretched down, fingers pressing against my clit.
I reached out, my fingertips skimming across the bulge he was teasing me with. “You play dirty.”
There was a groan somewhere in the room, but my attention was focused on the carnal demon in front of me.