Chapter 26

We leave Rufio guarding Lara while we head across the street to the diner and order food. Crew and I questioned Greg for information, but he didn’t have much more to give. Right now, all we can do is wait.

Part of me feels sick to my stomach at the thought of losing men I care about and consider family, even though they’ve spent most of their time halfway across the world. The other part of my brain knows better than to give up. We thought Oz and Zig were dead after they crashed in a fucking jungle, but they survived. If they can do it, then so can Nash and Hendrix.

“It will take more than a fucking explosion to take out Hendrix and Nash,” Crew says.

“I hope so. What the fuck is going on over there? They were supposed to be pulling themselves out. Then something happened that they refused to talk about. Any time I’ve asked them when they’re coming back, they’ve given an excuse.”

“When Ev was crashing after being up for I don’t know how many days straight, he said that he thought they were seeing someone.”

“Something serious?”

“If it was stopping them from coming home, then yeah, I’d say it was serious. Men like Nash and Hendrix take their jobs very fucking seriously, especially over there. You do not want to be labeled a spy in Russia. They tend to end up with a little extra in their food.”

“The kind of extra that makes you set off a Geiger counter?” He asks likely recalling the incident I am where a Russian dissident was poisoned in the UK with Polonium, a radioactive substance that was slipped into his cup of tea.

“Yeah. They wouldn’t take risks unless they thought it absolutely necessary. Or if?—”

“They’d found their version of Lara,” I finish for him.

He’s quiet, probably thinking the same thing I am. What wouldn’t I do for Lara? I wouldn’t hurt my family or the kids. But other than that, I doubt there is much I wouldn’t do.

“I feel like we should be doing something.”

“We are. We’re keeping our girl safe. Right now, there is nothing else we can do. If Hendrix and Nash are okay, they’ll find a way to let us know.”

“And if they’re not?”

“Then we find out what happened and avenge them.” There’s no point beating around the bush. If someone has taken them out, I’ll kill them myself. And I won’t lose a single second of sleep over it.

The waitress calls Crew’s name, so we get up, grab our order, and leave. Stepping outside, the cool evening air is a shock against my skin after how warm it was in the diner.

“So what exactly went down with you and Lara before? And don’t bullshit me.” He looks at his watch. “We have three hours left until midnight, and we made a deal?—”

“I didn’t break the deal, but fucking hell, I wanted to,” I admit. “The way she was watching you… Fuck. She was so into it that she didn’t even hear me come back. She had no clue I was behind her until my hand was over her mouth, which was right around the time I realized her hand was in her underwear.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, as I feel my dick stir at the memory.

“You have no idea. It took every ounce of strength I had in me to stop myself from tossing her on the bed and fucking her into oblivion.”

The memory of Lara with her hand in her panties stroking her clit as she watches him come has me groaning. “She was a sight to behold.”

“I’ve never been jealous of you before, but right now, I have the strangest urge to punch you in your pretty-boy face.”

“Aww, you think I’m pretty.”

He opens the door, and the sight that greets us makes me want to thump my head against the wall.

Lara has fallen asleep in the center of the bed, on her stomach, her hair falling down her back in a riot of unruly curls. The T-shirt she’s wearing has ridden up to her waist, revealing white cotton panties covering her pert ass.

“I always thought I was a leather and lace kind of guy,” Crew admits, placing the bags on the table as Rufio lifts his head and dismisses us by lying back down. “How did I not see the appeal of basic cotton? It makes her more…”

“Virginal?” I drawl sarcastically.

He looks at me, but he doesn’t deny it. “It’s not lost on me that the thing that’s held us back is also the thing that draws us in.”

“Not sure if that makes us smart men or degenerates.” I sigh.

“Probably both. But I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She’s exquisite, and she’s ours. She doesn’t have any other experience to draw from. We have the perfect opportunity to show her just how good it can be. No fumbled backseat wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am fucks for Lara. We get her addicted to our cocks, and she’ll never want to leave.”

I chuckle at Crew. “I’m not sure it will be that easy, given how prone we are to fucking up.”

He shrugs. “I’d be lying if I said some primal part of me doesn’t get off on the fact that she’ll be solely ours. And I know you feel it too. We’ll be her first, her last, her everything.”

I look at him and frown. “Did you just quote Barry White?”

He flips me off. “I’m a soldier, not a fucking poet, but you get what I mean. You can’t tell me it doesn’t make you hard as a rock, knowing she will only ever feel our hands on her body, our mouths on her tits, and our dicks inside her.”

I adjust myself making him snigger.

“This is going to be the longest three hours of my life,” I grumble as I take off my shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m going to jump in the shower real quick and then go to bed. We can eat when we get up.”

“Alright, I’ll message Greg and see if they’ve heard anything else.”

I nod and put my phone on the bedside table before I head into the bathroom and strip out of the rest of my clothes. I take a quick shower and dry off before walking back into the bedroom.

Crew is curled up behind Lara, his face buried in her hair. The man can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, something that both annoys and amuses me.

Using the light from the bathroom, I quietly search my bag for clean boxers. I slip them on before switching the light off and plunging the room into darkness.

I climb into bed beside Lara and gently pull her into my chest so I don’t disturb either of them.

I breathe her in as she snuggles closer. With a contented sigh, I close my eyes and drift off.

I wake up disoriented, forgetting where I am for a moment. I grab my phone off the bedside table and see it’s 1:15 a.m. Placing it back down, I roll over, wondering what it is that woke me. A soft moan grabs my attention.

I flick on the lamp and see Lara writhing in her sleep. There is no sign of Crew, but then I see the giant lump under the blankets between her legs, and I realize what’s going on.

I pull back the blankets, and Crew looks up from where he’s devouring Lara’s pussy. My already hard cock turns to steel, especially when he lifts his head and I see how wet his mouth and jaw are from her arousal.

“It’s after midnight,” he reminds me, like he expects me to argue, the fucking idiot.

“She tastes fucking amazing,” he whispers, telling me something I already know. He dips his head back down and carries on eating her out.

I slide the T-shirt up her body, revealing smooth, creamy skin. Her breasts are just big enough to fill my hands, which is what I do, cupping them both and flicking the nipples until they’re erect. She tosses her head from side to side, her hips gyrating in her sleep as she chases her pleasure.

I dip my head and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, nipping it lightly with my teeth before soothing the sting with my tongue.

“Wilder?” Lara’s uncertain voice makes me pause as I look up at her sleepy yet aroused face.

I take her mouth hard, knowing I need to back off but finding it impossible to do so. She’s like a poison, and the antidote all rolled into one.

She kisses me back, tentatively at first, before relaxing into it. She grabs my hair with both hands and anchors me to her as I kiss her hard enough to leave us both breathless. I pull back as she releases my hair and grips the sheets instead.

“Oh God,” she gasps as she comes, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

When Crew climbs up beside her and kisses her, letting her taste herself on his lips, I know I can’t hold back any longer. I get out of bed, grab a strip of condoms from my bag, and crawl up between her spread legs. I tear off a condom and roll it down my hard length before I glide it over her pussy, gathering her cream.

Crew tears his mouth from hers so he can watch, but my eyes are locked on Lara’s.

“Are you sure you want this?”

She nods rapidly.

“Words, Lara. I need you to say them out loud.”

“Fuck me, Wilder. Make me yours.”

Her words snap something inside my brain, and I surge inside her.

In the back of my mind, a voice is screaming for me to calm the fuck down and take it easy. But the heat of her pussy and the feel of her nails scorching a blazing path down my back almost cause me to black out with blind need.

“Hurts,” she whimpers, the words making me stop when nothing else penetrates.

“I know, baby, but you’re doing so good taking Wilder like that. You stretch around him so fucking beautifully.”

I hold still as she adjusts. I watch through hazy eyes as Crew moves down to focus his attention on her breasts. When I feel her relax underneath me, I ease back almost to the tip before thrusting inside her once more.

She groans, but the sound is now filled with more pleasure than pain.

I take that as my cue and fuck her in short, sharp strokes, working her back up into a frenzy before I push in deeper and harder.

“Wilder,” she moans as I hit something inside her that makes her back arch and her eyes close.

“You can take it, Lara. You were built for taking our cocks. And one day, you’ll take us both.”

My words push her over the edge. She comes for a second time, dragging me over the edge with her—my cum so hot I swear it could burn through the condom.

I ease out of her and press a kiss to the top of her pussy before climbing off the bed and discarding the condom.

“Do you need to rest, or can you take me too?” I hear Crew ask.

I pause in the bathroom doorway and watch as she reaches for him.

“I can take you. I need to feel you too.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. The condom is on, and he’s between her legs in record time. Leaning down, he kisses her as he eases his way inside her. She’s trembling, her body an overload of sensations. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Crew pulls his lips from hers, and she holds him to her as he loses control, fucking her hard enough to leave bruises and deep enough that she’ll feel him for days. She doesn’t complain. She takes it like a good girl, lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

When she comes for the third time, it takes the last of her energy, and she passes out, missing when Crew pulls his cock from her swollen pussy. He yanks the condom off and strokes himself to completion, shooting his cum over her stomach and chest.

I walk back into the bathroom and wet a small towel before carrying it back into the bedroom. While Crew gets rid of his condom, I gently clean between her legs before wiping Crew’s cum from her body.

She stirs, waking just as I’m finishing up.

“Wilder?”

“I’m here, Lara.”

I toss the towel at Crew. He catches it and throws it into the bathroom before climbing in on the opposite side of Lara.

“Crew?”

“I’m here too, baby. How do you feel?”

“Like I was claimed.” She smiles, my cock jerking at her words.

“We were rough,” I admit.

“I liked it. Although I’ll probably be sore tomorrow.” She sighs. “I wish we had a tub.”

“Hmm…leave it with me. I’ll come up with something. Any regrets?”

I hear Crew suck in a breath as he waits for her response.

“Only that you made me wait so long.”

I smile and kiss her temple as she drifts off once more.

“No more waiting,” I whisper, before I lie down and fall asleep beside her.