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  “We’re killing time,” I mutter and nod at the back.

  Seb glowers at me before he climbs in behind us. The back lights up as he looks shit up on his phone. Zac and Ford carry on a low conversation as we take off. My heart thunders in its cage at being allowed this stolen moment with her.

  And she’s awake.

  I rub the outside of her thigh softly over her skirt. When I reach the hem and my fingertips dance over her bare flesh, she quivers. This time, it’s not the cold making her body tremble. It’s my touch. I’m all man and I know what a woman likes and needs. I skim my fingers along her bare thigh all the way to her knee before running them up again. Her breath hitches when I flatten my palm and push it beneath her skirt.

  Slow down, Leo. You’re going to get your ass kicked.

  I start to pull my hand away, but her small hand gently grips my wrist as though to say, Don’t stop.

  Her grip tightens as she guides my palm back up her thigh. That’s all the permission I need. I caress her flesh and try to tame my own breathing while also trying to ignore the way my dick is hard as fucking stone against her. There’s no doubt she feels every inch of the granite I’m packing. My fingers slide all the way up until I feel the edge of her panties. She gasps lowly, only loud enough for me to hear, and her legs widen to allow me access. Fuck. This is so wrong on so many levels, but I can’t stop myself. Her pussy is right there for the taking. She wants me to take it.

  I need to retreat. To back the fuck away. To not do what I want to do.

  Yet, I can’t.

  I move my hand and run my knuckle along her panties. I become fixated on the small wet spot. The more I rub against it, the wetter it gets. Her breathing is heavy, but she’s stifling her sounds, as though she doesn’t want to get caught either.

  Partners in crime.

  I can live with that.

  Kissing her on top of the head, I let her know I’m with her 100 percent. My fingers continue to rub her more firmly, fixating on the nub beneath the fabric that seems to pulse with need. If we were alone, I would rip her panties off and suck on her greedy clit until she screamed my name like a motherfucking prayer.

  A gasp.

  Loud enough that I wonder if anyone heard it.

  Seb’s phone rings and he starts talking in hushed tones to one of the guys from Advanced Security. I take the opportunity while he’s distracted and the guys up front are talking.

  “Open up more, sweetness,” I whisper, urging her thighs to move wider apart.

  She lets it fall to the side, opening up to me. Her panties are soaked. I push them aside and tease her dripping slit with the tip of my finger. When I ease it into her tight hole, she suppresses a whine that I mostly feel rather than hear.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  I’m fingering Clove, our client.

  Nah, fuck that.

  She’s always been more than just that and I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. The guys would have to kill me before I’d let go of her willingly at this point. Slowly, I fuck her with my finger while rubbing at her clit with my thumb. She’s doing a damn fine job of keeping still despite all the small twitches and breathing hitches indicating her enjoyment. I can tell the moment she comes because her body clenches tightly around my finger and she sucks in a loud breath of air. Her body trembles and I feel fucking satisfied as hell to have just gotten her off. If these bastards weren’t in here, I’d have her panties off and riding my dick.

  But we’re not alone.

  Goddammit.

  “How is she?” Ford asks from up front.

  I wiggle my finger inside of her, loving the way she gasps. “Perfect.”

  “Are we nearly home?” she croaks out, feigning having just woken up. “I’m hungry.”

  “I’m hungry too,” I mutter, my voice husky and dripping with insinuation.

  Sliding my finger out, I allow her panties to slide into place and I leave a trail of wetness along her inner thigh. I bring my finger to my nose and inhale her sweet scent. She lifts her head to look up at me. In the dark, her brown eyes flare with wild lust. Slipping the finger into my mouth, I suck her honey off my finger and love the way she licks her lips as if she’s just as hungry.

  “About fifty more miles,” Zac assures us. “Relax and try to sleep.”

  I sure as fuck won’t be sleeping. Not with this hard-on trying to rip through my slacks.

  Holy shit.

  Holy shit.

  Leo just fingerfucked me and I came so hard I saw stars. Oh my God. This is bad, I think. It has to mean I’m some horrible person if I’d let one of my guys do me dirty with my three other guys in such close proximity.

  And yet, I think part of the allure was the fact they were so close. That at any time someone could look over and catch us. I want them to see me. It’s always been my fantasy.

  Leo’s hand settles back on my thigh and lust douses me with his touch once more at the memory of me falling outside the outhouse and them all standing over me. I’m perverted. But I don’t think I care. If something can feel that good, it can’t be wrong, right? I want to straddle him and grind against his cock. I want to press my lips to his and kiss him until I’m out of breath.

  Jesus, I’m pathetic.

  William really did a number on me.

  Am I this desperate?

  Leo doesn’t seem disturbed or disgusted. In fact, he seems rather pleased. I press my lips to his neck near his ear and whisper, “Thank you.”

  He squeezes my thigh hard. “You’re welcome.”

  Crunch.

  My heart rate slams against my ribcage as I wake up, afraid. My hands grip the sheet beneath me and I stare at the expanding darkness of the small room.

  Crunch.

  I can hear a stick breaking beyond the thin walls and Seb speaking in growly tones. I then recognize Leo’s voice. Zac’s soft snores can be heard nearby on the sofa. But apart from that, it’s all too quiet. The temperature has dropped even more since I fell asleep in the Tahoe on the drive back. I don’t even remember getting back here.

  Cold and quiet.

  Man, I miss my room and my house.

  And my dad.

  Tears threaten, but I blink them back. I’m a grown woman, for Christ’s sake. A solid body beside me burns with heat, warming me up. Ford. I sigh, feeling less afraid. Ford, always intuitive, runs his strong fingers through my hair.

  “You okay?”

  “Cold,” I whimper. I’m cold and upset.

  His palm runs down my spine and settles on my ass, like we’re lovers lying in our bed, not client and guard. I open my mouth to tell him this feels too good, that it’s confusing me and making me want more, but before I can speak, he hauls me across his thighs. “Come here,” he grunts. “Much warmer this way.”

  He’s lost his suit jacket and dress shirt since we’ve been here and opts for sweatpants and just a thin T-shirt to sleep in. Unlike me, he had a change of clothes in the Tahoe. I finally picked up some clothes tonight from the store. The thin fabric of the nighty I bought is the only thing that separates us. I cling to his chest with my cheek resting against his collarbone, enjoying the way his heat burrows through me. His palms rub up and down my thighs, reminding me of hours ago in the car with Leo.

  Oh, God.

  “Ford,” I whisper. “I did something bad.”

  “Yeah? What’s that?” His voice is husky and strained.

  “I, uh, I let…” I trail off.

  “What did you do, babe?”

  I tilt my head up and whisper against the side of his throat. “I let Leo touch me.”

  I’m flipped onto my back so quickly, I nearly cry out. Ford settles his lean, strong body over mine, pinning me to the lumpy mattress. His cock is hard and presses shamelessly against my center, forcing my legs to part for his hips to settle against me in the most torturous yet perfect way.

  His nose touches mine and his breath is hot against my mouth. “You did fucking what?”

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�It just happened. In the car,” I breathe. I’m embarrassed, but I don’t regret it. It felt good. Really good. And now, I’m turned on just thinking about it. Especially by the way he rubs against me.

  “How did he touch you?”

  My breathing increases with the thoughts. “With his fingers.”

  “Where?” he growls.

  “Between my legs.”

  “Where?” he demands again.

  “My pussy.”

  “He did it with us right there?” he asks in astonishment. He sounds equal parts impressed and pissed as hell.

  “I’m sorry,” I mutter. “It was wrong. There’s something wrong with me.” My brows furrow as I allow my own words to wash over me. Why do I want them all? I’m greedy and slutty. But if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t care that it’s slutty. I care about them all and always have. Why is that wrong?

  His lips press to mine softly. “There is nothing wrong with you.” He grinds his cock against me and my entire body shudders with delight. “Everything is right with you, Clove.”

  I grip his strong biceps and dig my heels into his ass. Hot breath. Strong body. Manly scent. In the dark, I want to be consumed by him.

  “I don’t know what has come over me,” I murmur. “I’m practically on fire with need. It’s embarrassing.” I’m near tears at how much of a whore this makes me. Letting one of my guys finger me, and then hours later another one dry hump me.

  “You do not have to be embarrassed,” he assures me in a whisper. “Let me help this time, babe.”

  I relax at his words. He doesn’t seem horrified at the way I clutch desperately onto him. In fact, like Leo, he seems into it. His hips flex and I bite on my lip to keep from crying out. When his large palm grips my tit over my gown, a moan slips out. I crave more of his touch and I clumsily pull it down, baring myself to give him more access. As soon as I have it pulled down, his hot palm touches my skin, causing a ripple of consuming need to zing through me. He caresses me gently at first, and then his hand becomes desperate and firm, squeezing and teasing, pinching the nipple that has pebbled for him.

  “Fuck,” he growls. “Look how perfect you are.”

  I melt under his intense praise. Leaning down, he takes my lips in a hard, rough kiss before slowly trailing his way down to my chest. When his soft lips brush against my nipple, I arch my back up. His tongue flicks out, and he laves it against the peaked flesh. He sucks the nipple into his mouth and the room glitters with color.

  Holy shit.

  His other hand slides down between my thighs and he rubs my pussy over my panties. I get lost on the sick pleasure of the idea Leo was there only hours ago. My internal voice screaming, “Fuck me, Ford. Fuck me like the bad girl I am.”

  Shit, I’m a mess. My pussy throbs as pleasure pulses there, sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my toes curling. I come hard with images of both Leo and Ford doing filthy things to me at the same time. I’m desperate to throw Ford to his back and just take what I need. A little growl rumbles in my chest, making him grin. The wicked gleam in his eyes says he knows exactly where my thoughts are.

  I’ve barely come down when we hear footsteps enter the cabin. Ford slides off me quickly like I’m a fire he’s too close to. We’re both breathing heavily. I want to talk to him about it, but we’ve been interrupted.

  “Good,” Seb grunts. “You’re awake. I’m tired as hell.”

  I remain lying on my back, my heart thundering in my chest. Ford curses but climbs out of the bed. They exchange some words and Ford hisses for Zac to wake up as well. Zac grumbles for Seb to “fuck off” and doesn’t make any moves to leave from the couch. Seb’s shoes get kicked off and his gun makes a thunking sound as he sets it on a nearby table. Then comes his shirt and slacks before he’s sliding into bed with me.

  I’m going to combust. No sane person could survive these men. You’d have to be a saint not to want them. I’m no saint.

  My mind is back on when he was looking up at me from the yard of my house the day we had to leave without a trace. The way he stared up at my nearly naked body. How he picked up my vibrator. The way his blue eyes blaze whenever I’m near.

  Being cramped in this tiny cabin with four beastly gods is bad. So bad. I’m horny and vulnerable. Between my breakup and then nearly getting mowed down, my emotions are in turmoil. And I want them to make it all go away. To make it all better, giving me what I’ve been missing out on all this time. Save me, Seb.

  “Clo?” His voice is raspy and deep.

  “Yes?”

  “We need to talk.”

  Fuck, he knows.

  Those bastards must think I’m stupid. I could hear her panting. Whimpering like a little kitten being stroked. Damn, as I lie here, I can fucking smell her arousal. She’s burning up with fucking need and I want so badly to taste her.

  “Don’t blame them,” she blurts out.

  I tense. Them? “Blame who?”

  “Erm.” She shifts so she’s facing me. “I left my things at home, so I don’t have what I need to sate this craving inside me.” The plea for me to understand radiates from her.

  She’s talking about her vibrator. The pink little toy that was wet with her juices when I caught her in the act nearly a week ago. She got off on me seeing her. I sit up and push the covers from the bed.

  I’ll be damned if I don’t help her with her needs. The other guys sure as hell don’t have a problem helping out.

  “Show me, Clo,” I rumble. “Show me where you crave to be touched.”

  Sprinklings of goose bumps rise over her exposed skin. The barely-there nightie she bought sits around her waist. Her cotton panties are damp down the center. Her hand slides down between her legs and she breathes, “Here.”

  “Take your panties off and show me where you touch yourself,” I growl. We’ve crossed so many lines and I’m the worst of all because I’m in charge and trusted to look after her by her father.

  But fuck if I haven’t wanted her for so long. I crave to have her delicate hands on me and my own rough ones caressing her forbidden fruit.

  She slips her hand into her panties and sighs. I need to see more and she needs me too. She gets off on being seen and watched. I slowly skim my palms up her legs and grip her panties before tearing them and throwing the scraps to the floor. I nudge her foot and she complies with my silent command. Open up for me. My heart is pounding inside my chest and my dick is straining in my boxers as she drops her knees and opens up to me like the clouds parting in a storm to show a sliver of heaven. Pink wet flesh tucked between smooth folds.

  “You shave?” I gulp.

  “Wax. I don’t like the hair against my fingers,” she moans. She’s shaking. Her entire form is vibrating, the ripe hole twitching with hunger to be filled. I want so badly to lean forward and taste her.

  “Touch yourself, Clo,” I croak through a dry throat.

  Just as she arches her back and torments her clit, Zac sits up on the sofa where he’d been sleeping, or at least pretending to. He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. This has been brewing for years and if I didn’t think she was ready for it to happen I’d smack the shit out of all of us. But we all fucking want it and we’re hitting the peak of dancing around the subject. This was always going to happen. It wasn’t a matter of if, just when.

  I need to see all of her. I reach forward and grab the hem of her nighty, tearing the fabric from her body, exposing her taut stomach and perky tits. Her rosy nipples pebble as her chest heaves and her moans filter through the room.

  “Taste her,” Zac tells me, his tone rough and filled with lust.

  Fuck.

  No turning back now. Not that I fucking want to. My morals drained from me somewhere around the place we pissed. Out here, morals don’t exist.

  I palm her tits and squeeze them, my thumbs strumming the tight nipples, and then I can’t wait any longer. “Move your hand, Clo,” I growl. “Let me feast on you, baby.”

  A rumble
escapes me as I dive in and devour her. Sucking on her clit gets me a loud groan from her and her ass lifts to assist in rubbing her pussy against my face. Fucking sweet like honey. I lick and taste, swirling my tongue around her clit. I release one of her tits and bring my fingers to her tight hole, slipping two straight inside her and relishing the feeling of finally being inside her.

  She won’t need that pink piece of rubber ever again. Not with me around.

  I pump my fingers, sucking and tormenting her clit until her legs crash closed against my head and her body tenses all over. I don’t retreat. I push her limits and continue to force another orgasm from her body. I feel a hot splatter on my arm and lift my head to discover Zac rubbing his cock, his climax spurting over Clo’s chest and face. I use his manmade lube to rub her hard nipple, pinching until she calls out in pain. Then, I release it and Zac leans down to suck away the sting.

  “That was beautiful,” he growls against her flesh.

  “We’ve got company, boys!” Ford bellows from beyond the bedroom. “Fuck!”

  Zac and I, despite seconds away from taking this thing with Clo even further, scramble into action. I’m dressed with my Glock in hand within seconds.

  “Eyes on her,” I order as I creep out of the cabin with my weapon drawn.

  I can hear Clo whispering to Zac beyond the thin cabin walls, but he shushes her. Quietly and with my eyes squinting against the dark night, I look for my boys. I see a glint of metal in the moonlight and Leo nods ahead of him to the Tahoe.

  Scraaaape.

  Crunch.

  Crack.

  Someone is hiding behind the vehicle and not being very quiet about it. A glimpse of movement to my left has me swinging my weapon in that direction. But when I lock eyes with Ford as he stealthily moves forward, I move my weapon back toward the sound. The three of us circle around the vehicle.

  As soon as I peer around the back of the Tahoe, I let out a curse. A decent sized bear is trying to get inside the vehicle after some food that’s been locked away.

  “Bear!” I call out and raise my Glock in the air. It’s risky to make noise, but I’m not shooting the fucker. He’s just hungry.