20. Chapter 20

We have not long finished eating the omelets I made when there is a buzzing from a small box on the wall by the door. Moving over to it, I hit the button and a voice comes through. "Ummm, hi, I have a delivery here for this address?"

He makes it sound like it's a question, and I can only assume that there is no name attached.

"Someone will be down in a moment." I respond before letting go of the button.

I look at the guys for a moment, they all look concerned before I shrug my shoulders, moving to grab one of the guns so I can go collect the ‘delivery'.

"Wait." I pause and turn back as Kacey steps up to me. He wraps a hand around the back of my neck before pressing his lips to mine, a firm kiss that briefly devours me. The fingers of his other hand brush down my arm before deftly taking the gun from my hand. He breaks away from the kiss and turns me back toward the other guys before landing a hard slap against my ass, making me stumble away from him and toward them. With that, he silently walks out the front door, leaving me gaping after him.

Nix"s low chuckle breaks the silence, and I shoot a glare at him, but he just gives a casual shrug. "I like him, he seems willing to sacrifice himself for you," he remarks.

I rub a hand down my face in frustration with a sigh. Nix and Rick are moving to clean up from breakfast while Beck already has the laptop open, his fingers moving quickly across the keys. It's going to be a long, slow day.

Kacey returns quickly, carrying a small box to the table, already open. I frown as I touch the open flap. "I checked to make sure it wasn't anything dangerous," he explains, his voice calm and reassuring.

I nod, grateful for his caution. "Thanks," I reply, reaching into the box to see what"s inside. It contains the burner phones Jason promised, along with a note from him explaining that he has already set them up for us ready to use.

With a sense of relief, I distribute the phones to each of the guys, making sure we all have each other's numbers saved in case of emergencies.

Kacey steps away a discreet distance and makes a phone call, his voice low and professional. Moving to relax on the couch, I listen as he smoothly talks to multiple people, gathering information about the investigation into the guys, who is running it, and what progress they are making.

I zone out to the sounds of them moving around me, murmuring to each other, the sound of the computer keys clicking. I spent so much time alone, forcing myself to play that role with the intention of sacrificing myself for them that I ignored how lonely I became. Not just lonely but touch starved.

Even now, I want to wrap myself around each of them, burying myself under their skin so we could never be separated again.

As I"m lost in my thoughts, Kacey eventually takes a seat beside me on the couch, his presence bringing me back to the present moment. He gives an update, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear, including Beck, who pauses at his computer to listen intently.

"The FBI still has no hard evidence at all," Kacey reports, his voice carrying a note of relief. "And they have no leads on where we are all hiding. The lead agents have been told to set the case aside again if they can"t make any headway in the next twenty-four hours."

His words bring a collective sigh of relief from the room, the tension in the air easing slightly at the news. It"s a small victory in the ongoing battle to stay one step ahead of those who seek to harm us.

Nix and Rick join us in the living room, Nix taking an armchair while Rick settles on the other side of me on the couch. They put on a movie, and I glance back at the dining table where Beck is still focused on the computer in front of him. Rick scoffs at me as he physically moves me so that I"m laying with my head in his lap and my legs across Kacey"s.

"Don"t mind him," Rick says, nodding towards Beck. "Now that he"s focused on a task, he won"t surface until he needs food or the bathroom."

I laugh softly, allowing myself to relax pressed against them both. Soon, my eyes are drifting shut to the feeling of Rick"s fingers softly brushing through my hair and Kacey trailing his fingers in a soothing pattern on my legs. The warmth and safety of our makeshift family calms me in a way I didn't realize I needed.

I"m not sure how long I sleep for, but the sky has just started to darken through the glass wall when I wake feeling fuzzy. I struggle to extract myself from Rick, who somehow stretched out on the couch with me and wrapped himself tightly around me.

Once vertical, I stumble toward the bathroom, with the intention of using the shower to clear my brain fog. But the fog clears the moment I barge into the room and I'm confronted by a very naked Kacey again.

He has just stepped from the shower, water dripping and sliding down the length of his body, and fuck, he has a nice body. Huffing a laugh, he tilts his head and watches me, watches my reactions. "Haven't we been here before?" he asks and I can hear the humor in his tone.

I can't move as he steps closer, reaching out and brushing his thumb softly against my bottom lip, and my breath catches.

"Every time I look at you, I want these lips on me. I want to press my whole body against you and remind you of how good it feels." He steps closer still, close enough to feel the heat from his body and the brush of his now hard cock against my stomach. "I want to bury myself so deeply inside you until I hear you make those fucking delicious sounds again that I fucked my fist to yesterday morning."

Holy. Fuck.

Knowing he got himself off to the sound of Nix fucking me has my body burning with desire. I want to see him do that, I want to see him fucking his own fist to the sound of me. But there's something else I need him to fuck first.

Reaching behind me, I swing the bathroom door shut, and he is on me instantly. Pushing my body against the closed door, his mouth devouring mine. His tongue meets mine in a sensual dance, stroking and sliding together.

He barely pulls away from me enough to yank my shirt up and off my body. Then he is pressing his hot, wet skin against mine. The water on his body has cooled enough that the feeling against my hard nipples has me moaning into the kiss.

Breaking away from the kiss again, he leans down, his tongue flicking and circling one of my nipples and then the other, lapping at the water he left there. My back arches on a cry; his teeth scraping and his mouth sucking feel like they have a direct line to my pussy, each pull on my sensitive skin making me desperate for him.

"Fuck, I want to devour you," he rasps and starts to lower himself to his knees, jerking my leggings down and off my legs. But I'm too impatient right now, I need him to fuck me. I need him to leave his marks on me, like the others have. I grab a handful of his short brown hair, using it to make him stand again with an aggressive growl.

"Next time. I need you buried inside me like you want, make me scream for you," I say as I nip at his bottom lip.

He doesn't hesitate, lifting me effortlessly by the back of my legs, aligning himself where I want him and thrusting hard and deep. We both groan with pleasure as he fills me completely. His movements are primal, driven by a raw need to possess and consume. I cling to him desperately, my nails digging and scratching at his skin as I surrender myself to him.

"That's it, little tiger, dig those claws in, make me fucking bleed for you," he groans.

My back slams against the door with each powerful thrust, the sound echoing in the small room. Kacey"s grip on my hips tightens, his movements becoming more urgent as he drives deeper into me.

He suddenly stills his movements and pulls from me completely, jerking me away from the wall and moving me in front of the bathroom counter. He turns me to face the full mirror in front of us and my eyes widen at our reflections. My face is flushed, my breaths coming out in pants, and his eyes burn into mine with a possessive fire.

He thrusts deep inside my pussy again and our moans mingle in the air. I arch my back, offering myself completely to him, and he takes me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. He takes a fist full of my hair, using it to arch my back further, to force me to take him deeper, his hips slapping so hard against my ass I know the counter in front of me is going to leave bruises.

"Such a good fucking girl for me, you take my cock so fucking well, your wet pussy is dripping for me." The filth coming from his mouth does have me dripping for him, I watch in the mirror at the ripple of his muscles with each punishing thrust. My body is trembling, I can feel my muscles tightening around him, my body on the brink of release. My body cries out for more, for him to take me to the edge and push me over it.

Kacey"s primal growls fill the room, his movements falter, becoming more frenzied as he drives into me. "Are you going to scream my name, Ash?" Kacey"s voice is rough with need, his gaze locked onto mine in the mirror. "Next time I"ll make you fucking beg for it, but right now, I need you to cum."

I feel the dam break, pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave. I scream his name, my voice echoing off the walls as I clench and pulse around him.

"That's it, milk my cock with this perfect pussy," he groans deeply and then his own orgasm slams into him, dragging him over the edge with me. The look of rapture on his face is going to live rent free in my mind. My vision then blurs, my world reduced to the feel of Kacey"s body against mine, the sound of our ragged moans filling the air.

I collapse forward onto the counter, my body trembling and twitching until I can't hold myself up anymore. Kacey pulls out of me slowly, and I feel our combined release sliding down my thigh, making me groan.

He gives a raspy chuckle before bundling me into the shower, looking at me tenderly while cleaning me thoroughly. My legs are still weak when I stumble back out of the bathroom, ignoring the smirks from Nix and Beck as I fall back onto the couch and into Rick's arms again. Rick's silent laughter vibrates against my back until I elbow him, but then sleep drags me under again. I'll never get anything done if they all keep fucking me into exhaustion.

I"m startled awake again to the sound of my phone ringing. I struggle to pull it from my pocket, pushing through the fog still clouding my brain. When I see the display, I seriously contemplate not answering, but I reluctantly hit accept.

"Hey beautiful," Jason"s smooth voice greets me, and I yawn partway through, responding with, "Jason."

I snuggle back into the body behind me, and the arms wrapped around me tighten. At some point as I slept the entire day away, I shifted to completely stretching out on the couch with someone cuddling up to me.

"I"m sorry, did I wake you? I found something and thought you might like to know straight away," he says softly, and I"m instantly awake, sitting up and pulling from the arms around me. Glancing down, I see Rick blinking at me with an adorable frown that tells me he had been sleeping too.

"No, I"m awake. What do you have?" I ask as I stand and walk toward where Nix and Kacey are talking softly with Beck.

I switched the phone to speaker when I get to the table. "I went back and looked at the timing of the early letters that you mentioned, but then I also looked into what you said about the car accident. The police on the case weren"t able to figure out anything from the device they discovered on the car, but they didn"t have access to all the resources that we have now. I managed to track the individual pieces of the explosive."

He pauses as he takes a breath before continuing, "Obviously, a lot of the items that made it were common things, but some were not, and I was able to get a clearer tracking on some of those items. I was then able to track the movements of the names of those who purchased the items and was able to find who was in our hometown during the times you say you got the letters," Jason explains.

Frustration gets the better of me. "Jason! Give me a name!" I snap.

His voice rushes out apologetically, "Sorry! I actually have two names for you, Matthew and Simon Flemming."

My breath catches, and I suddenly feel like my heart has been stepped on. "Who are they?" Kacey murmurs, snapping me out of it enough to see the shocked and rage-filled faces of the guys.

"Our uncles, the men we work for."