Chapter 25

Ikeep glancing at the bathroom door. Unfortunately, I can’t see anything. I’m tempted to tiptoe over and take a peek, but I don’t want to get caught and have him think I’m some kind of pervy creeper. But then he did say I could look anytime I wanted to, right?

Fuck it.

I get off the bed as quietly as I can and walk over to the door, pushing it open a tiny bit more. I can make out Crew’s shape through the shower curtain. He’s leaning with his head against the wall, and for a moment, I feel like I’m intruding. I’m about to back away when I see movement. It takes me a few seconds to realize I’m seeing his arm moving back and forth as he strokes his cock. I feel a spasm in my pussy, my eyes glued on the man that is unknowingly playing out one of my fantasies.

I slip my hand into my panties and dip my fingers between my legs, not surprised to find myself already wet. I stroke my clit lightly, my eyes feasting on the scene before me.

A hand covers my mouth, and a body presses up against me. I freeze, fear flooding my veins, until I feel lips whispering against my ear. “It’s me, Lara.”

I relax until I remember what Wilder has just caught me doing.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” His words rumble through me, softly spoken and full of intent.

“You make it so fucking hard to be good.” As if to punctuate the word hard, he presses closer, and I can feel the hard column of his dick against my ass.

“I can’t touch you until midnight, but that doesn’t mean I can’t feel you touch yourself, does it?”

His hand slips under the waistband of my panties and covers mine. I’m glad his hand is still over my mouth. I’m not sure I could be quiet, and I don’t want to break whatever spell has been cast over us.

His finger moves over mine, encouraging me to stroke myself a little firmer. “You like watching Crew stroke his cock? Is it making you wet? Are you imagining it’s your hand wrapped around him, or do you want him to do the stroking until he comes?”

I shudder at his words, making him moan softly.

“That one, huh? And where would you want him to come? Your stomach, your tits, your mouth? Or maybe you want him to come inside you?” My legs wobble at that. I’m glad he’s holding me because I’m not sure I can hold myself up anymore.

My fingers move faster as Wilder’s hand grips mine tighter. When Crew comes, his head thrown back as he harshly calls out my name, I come too, soaking my fingers and Wilder’s.

Wilder picks me up and carries me to the bed, kissing me soundly before pulling back and sucking his wet fingers into his mouth.

My cheeks feel like they’re on fire, but I don’t regret what we did. As I look up at him, his eyes boring into mine, I’m hoping he doesn’t either.

As if sensing my uncertainty, he gives me a wicked grin. “Delicious. I can’t wait to taste it from the source.”

My heart is beating so loudly that it’s a wonder he can’t hear it. I open my mouth to say something, but words fail me. What could I possibly say? Thanks for giving a hand? Literally.

Sensing my inner turmoil, Wilder backs off, though the smirk doesn’t leave his face. “I got everything Rufio might need. I just have to bring it in.”

I look around and realize I don’t see my dog anywhere. I sit up. “Where is he?”

“I made the mistake of putting his new bed on the front seat, and now he’s refusing to get out of the truck.”

I laugh, imagining Wilder’s face as he argues with the stubborn dog. “I’ll see if he’ll listen to me.”

“I’d appreciate it. I’ll grab the rest of the stuff. You might want to put some sweatpants on, though.”

I look down at my bare legs. The hem of my T-shirt has ridden up to show my panties. Instead of being embarrassed, I glare at him. It’s not like I’m going to walk outside like this.

“I’m good, but thanks.” I climb off the bed and shove my feet into my sneakers before heading for the door.

As my hand grabs the knob, an arm wraps around my stomach, halting my movements.

“Nobody gets to see you like this but me and Crew.”

“I’m wearing one of Crew’s T-shirts. It covers more than some of the dresses Oz bought me and all of my swimsuits.”

He growls, “We’ll talk about those dresses in a minute. But for right now, I’m going to need you to back your cute ass up and put some sweatpants on.”

“Why? What are you going to do? Finger fuck me against the door again?”

“What the fuck did you just say?” We freeze at the sound of Crew’s voice, both of us too wrapped up in each other to hear him come in.

Wilder picks me up and turns us so we’re both facing him. My brain misfires for a second when I see Crew standing in the bathroom doorway wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, his tanned, muscular chest and ripped stomach on display for me to drool over.

“What is she talking about?” Crew asks, his body tense as he looks from me to Wilder.

“Turns out our girl likes to watch,” Wilder tells him as I wait for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. When Crew’s eyes slowly move back to mine, I realize I’m much more likely to burst into flames than disappear.

I see understanding dawn. His eyes flare as he moves toward me with intent. With Wilder at my back, I have nowhere to go, so all I can do is wait to see what he’ll do.

He reaches for my hand and then slowly brings it up to his face. He raises my fingers to his nose and inhales deeply.

I feel my legs shake and heat pool between my legs as he growls.

“And what did you do, Wilder?” Crew’s voice is deeper now, like he’s barely holding on.

“Nothing. I just held her hand. Isn’t that right, Lara?”

He wants me to speak now? Does he not have any idea the effect either of them are having on me? I’m struggling to remember how to breathe, let alone form a coherent sentence.

“Lara?” Crew prompts.

“He didn’t do anything to me,” I manage to get out, not wanting to cause any kind of rift between the two. This room feels too small as it is with the three of us in here together. The last thing I need is to be caught in a game of tug-of-war.

“I’m going to get Rufio.”

I pull free of them and head out while they are engaged in a stare-off. I hurry over to the truck and yank the door open.

Rufio looks up at me, and I swear, for a second, the dog smiles.

I lean in and scratch behind his ear. “You got spoiled, huh?” His bed is made of a dark gray fur and looks so cozy. I wonder if they make one in human size—it would be perfect for curling up in with a book.

“Come on, you can’t stay in here forever. Besides, I need someone on my side in that room. I need my friend, okay?”

He might not understand my words, but something in my tone must give away my desperation because, when I step back, he jumps out with zero hesitation.

“Good boy, Rufio.” I grab the large dog bed and use my butt to close the door before the bed is taken out of my hands, and Wilder’s eyes are staring back at me.

“Sweatpants.” He holds a pair out for me to take.

I ignore them and walk to the back of the truck, reaching inside for the bag of dog food. I feel my T-shirt ride up and know I’m flashing my panties. I don’t rush to cover myself, though, knowing it will make Wilder lose his mind.

“You’re playing with fire, little girl,” Crew warns me. He steps up beside me, reaches for the bag of food, and slings it over his shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell him innocently. I reach for a shopping bag that looks like it’s filled with dog toys and treats.

“Sure you don’t.” He laughs, taking the bag to the room. Rufio follows behind him.

I look for Wilder and find him heading back my way after taking the dog bed inside, the sweatpants still in his hand and a scowl on his face.

“You have two choices. Either you head back to the room and stay there, or you put these on.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s so red you won’t be able to sit down.”

“If you try spanking me, I’ll remove your dick from your body with my teeth.”

He cocks his brow. “So you’ve thought about putting my dick in your mouth, huh?”

Instead of replying, I throw the bag at him and stomp back to the room. I ignore his laughter and slam the door closed behind me. Climbing onto the bed, I tuck my knees up under my T-shirt, grab one of the books from the end of the bed, and start reading.

All the words blur together, but when Wilder walks in moments later, I pretend to read, acting as if I’m completely engrossed in the book and oblivious to him.

Wilder steps up next to me and takes the book out of my hands before turning it the right way up and handing it back. “Might help if it was the right way.”

“I hate you both,” I mumble as Crew grins that grin of his that renders me stupid.

“I don’t think you hate us, not even a little bit. I think you’re embarrassed because you want us. What you don’t seem to realize is that you have nothing to be embarrassed about. We told you we want you. We’ve wanted you from the start, and knowing you feel the same way is making it really fucking hard to resist you.”

“I never said you had to resist me. That was all you. You’re the two that imposed the age rule. I might understand it, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t piss me off.”

“Lara—”

“No. You want me, but only at midnight and not a second before. Does that mean that I have until eleven fifty-nine to flirt with other boys?”

I don’t even see him move, and yet I find myself pinned to the bed underneath Crew, who is seething with anger.

“There will be no flirting with anyone. You’re not dealing with boys now, Lara. You’re dealing with men. And if one even looks at you too long, I’ll scoop out his eyes and use them as stress balls.”

Before I can fire back at him, Wilder yanks him off.

“I think we should run out and get something to eat. Give Lara a chance to cool down.”

“Me? I’m not the one who—” I shut up before Wilder can say anything about me touching myself as I spied on Crew in the shower.

Wilder looks at me with a grin, knowing exactly what I was just thinking about.

“Anything in particular you want?”

I shake my head. “I’ll try anything.” As much as I hate for him to be right, I could do with a little space now. A lot has happened in the last few days. And I don’t think I’ve had a chance to deal with any of it.

“Alright, we won’t be long,” Wilder tells me before turning to Crew. “Put a T-shirt on. It’s enough to put me off my food.”

I bite my lip, not willing to admit that Crew’s state of undress has the opposite effect on me. If I’m hungry for anything, it’s?—

A cell phone rings, cutting off my wayward thoughts. Crew reaches into his pocket and pulls it out, answering without looking to see who it is.

“Hey, everything okay?” He nods along to whatever is being said before his eyes meet mine. “Yeah, she’s good. We won’t let anything happen to her.”

He hangs up. “That was Ev. I sent him a picture of Giles the prick’s license, and he found some information.”

“What kind of information?” I wrap my arms around myself, my brain flipping back to the image of Giles bleeding out on the floor.

“The kind of information that shows women often go missing after meeting him.”

I shiver at the thought. All this with Wilder and Crew has distracted me from what I did. Not that I feel any guilt. I knew if I didn’t do anything, there would be more women than there clearly already has been. I think I’m more concerned that I don’t feel any remorse at all. Shouldn’t I feel something after taking another man’s life, even if he was a psycho? Maybe if I’d had more time to think about it, I would have felt worse.

“Have you guys been purposely distracting me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway, Ev says he’ll make sure Giles’s boss receives a resignation letter and a request to send his final check to his parent’s house in Tulsa. He’s going to say something about meeting someone and wanting to see the world with them. So we’re good for now, but he’ll get reported as missing at some point. Ev is working on multiple things right now, so I’m not pushing him for more.”

He looks at me before continuing. “He’s been beefing up security measures. And he’s still going through the files to see if there’s anything in them that can help us bring the Division down.”

“I should have spent some time with him, telling him all the little details I know. I’m not sure it would have helped since I wasn’t involved with anything top secret, but I could name and point out key figures.”

“I’ll tell him he can talk to you if he has any questions. He’s pretty good at figuring shit out on his own, though,” Crew tells me as his fingers move over the screen of his phone.

“Okay, well, I’m here if he needs me.”

Crew’s cell phone pings with an incoming text message.

“He’s working on something else right now, but when he’s done, he’ll call.”

“What’s more important than this?” Wilder asks what I was thinking.

Before Crew can say anything, his phone rings again. He looks at the screen and answers it. “Greg?” He listens for a minute before he speaks. “Hang on, let me put you on speaker.” Crew pulls the phone from his ear and presses a button. “Okay, Greg, go ahead.”

“The others didn’t want to say anything, knowing it might turn out to be nothing. And because you have your hands full with Lara, who I hope knows how much we miss her.”

“She knows,” I whisper around the lump in my throat.

“Good. Now, I’m going to need you to look after my boys as much as I need them to look after you.”

“What’s going on, G? What is it the others don’t want us to know?”

He sighs. “There’s been an incident in Russia.”

Crew curses, both men tensing as they lean closer to the phone.

“There was an explosion—” Greg continues, but he’s cut off by Wilder.

“Are Hendrix and Nash okay?”

Greg says nothing for a moment, the weight of his silence weighing on us all.

“There is no word on them yet. As of right now, they’re missing in action.”