Chapter 12 Wren
CHAPTER TWELVE
WREN
My jaw drops open, but nothing comes out. I snap it shut and swallow the lump in my throat. It doesn’t help that I’m lying in bed on my stomach, topless and unable to move, while multiple sets of eyes stare at me, waiting for a response.
I wasn’t sure how to explain this, especially not without hurting anyone’s feelings.
“You’re still wearing it,” Elias says quietly. When I tilt my head toward him, I see him staring over my body at my hand still holding Jagger’s, the one still sporting the engagement ring he put on me.
“Did that come from you?” Dex asks Elias.
“Dude!” Pete says in disbelief. “I can’t believe you proposed to our girlfriend!”
My cheeks heat with guilt for wearing it. Would they think I cheated on them? Jagger knew the truth, and he wasn’t upset. Of course, he never got upset with me.
“I didn’t!” Elias says in defense.
“You didn’t?” Sly asks, moving around to stand where I can see him. His arms are crossed over his chest, and he does not look impressed right now. “So, you didn’t give her that engagement ring that’s on her finger right now?”
My hand tightens in Jagger’s, and he strokes his thumb across the back of my fingers in silent comfort.
“I did. But I didn’t propose. I just sort of…”
“You sort of… what?” Sly asks, his eyes narrowing on him.
Elias sits beside me, slightly hunched over, his eyes downcast as he rubs a hand up and down his neck.
“In Montana, when we were trapped in her room at Robert’s place, I told her how I felt and told her how I planned to propose to her.
” He lifts his head, meeting the guy's eyes before he adds, “That was before I realized she was already in love with all of you.”
He glances at me before his eyes turn downcast again. “I bought the ring for her, so I wanted her to have it anyway.”
All eyes turn to me, and my cheeks heat even more, the warmth traveling down my neck to my chest as I try to figure out what to say.
“Wren?” Pete says from where he’s still kneeling right in front of me. My eyes meet his, and he tilts his head. “Anything you want to add?”
“I—” My eyes widen, unsure what I’m supposed to say right now.
“Wren,” Sly says, almost sounding disappointed. “You should know by now you can be honest with us.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I tell them honestly.
“The truth,” Pete encourages. “Do you care about Elias? As more than a friend?”
I turn my eyes to meet Elias’s beautiful brown ones, where I see a mix of nerves and hope reflected there. I know I can’t lie to him, not after everything we’ve been through, so I finally admit the truth. “I do,” I tell him, tell them.
“When he gave me the ring, I told him as much. That I love him, just as I love the rest of you.” My eyes dart between the other three men in my eyeline.
“But I also told him that I couldn’t betray you like that.
That I couldn’t be with him because I’m with you four.
I would never ever want to hurt any of you. ”
Pete smiles at me and kisses my knuckles in the hand he’s still holding.
“He took a bullet for me,” Dex says, his eyes flicking between Elias and me. “As far as I’m concerned, he’s one of us now.”
My face scrunches, unsure what he’s trying to say.
“He was instrumental in our rescue mission,” Sly adds, sounding a little reluctant as he eyes Elias. “We never would have gotten here without him.”
“Yeah,” Pete says, looking at Elias with a smirk. “We’re gonna need him to lead missions for the Midnight Warriors.”
“We did not agree on that name,” Sly says, turning his narrowed eyes on Pete.
“No? How about the Demon Crew?”
Sly shakes his head and runs a hand down his face in annoyance as Dex nudges Pete’s shoulder so he can take his place at my side.
Even on his knees, Dex seems to tower over me. He grabs my hand and offers me his big, crazy smile. “Hey, baby.”
I smile back, his presence calming me. “Hi, Dex.”
“What we’re trying to tell you,” he pauses as he glances up at Elias, still sitting at my side. “Both of you, is that Elias is one of us now, so if you want to be together, you can.”
I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly feeling dry as I whisper, “Really?” Jagger squeezes my other hand behind me, as if to say he agrees, and Dex nods. I glance up at Pete, and he gives me a big smile with a thumbs up, while Sly just gives me a single nod. But it’s enough.
My eyes move to Elias’s, and Dex stands. “Come on, farm boy, let’s get your arm patched up,” he says to Pete. “Sly, grab the first aid kit. Let’s do this by the sink.”
Jagger slowly stands up and signs, “I need to use the washroom.” The four of them disappear and my eyes finally find their way to Elias.
He looks nervous, which makes me smile, because that’s how I’m feeling too. His eyes meet mine, and I offer him a small smile. “Hi.”
He chuckles. “Hi, sweetheart.”
Silence stretches between us as if neither of us knows what else to say.
Telling myself to be brave, that I’ve faced way harder things than talking to my best friend, I start the conversation.
“I know this must be weird for you.” His brow pinches in confusion, so I add, “You know, sharing me with them.”
He nods in understanding. “If it’s too difficult, I’ll understand.”
“You would?” he asks, hurting my heart a little.
“I’d be heartbroken,” I tell him honestly. “But I’d understand.” When he doesn’t say anything again, just studies my face, I prod him for an answer. “Is it? Too hard?”
He turns further toward me and grabs my hand, his face softening.
“I would take any piece of your heart you’re willing to give me.
It might have bothered me a few months ago.
But now? Now I see the family you’ve built around you.
You inspire those killers to be better people.
You saw something in them that nobody else did.
You were always special like that. The room would light up whenever you entered. ”
He grins at me. "Maybe that’s just my own rose colored glasses talking, but I don’t care. I love you, Wren. And if you’ll have me, I’d love it if I could call you mine.”
Releasing both his hand and Jagger’s, I slowly push myself up.
“What are you doing? You need to stay still so your back can recover,” Elias says in worry, his hands hovering around me as if he doesn’t know what to touch.
When I’m sitting up, I turn to him, and his eyes instantly drop to my chest. “You’re not wearing a top,” he states the obvious, his eyes still fixated on my breasts.
I smirk as I pull my knees under me and move closer to him. “No, I’m not. Does that bother you?” I ask, my hands lifting to his shoulders and slowly threading around his neck, as I move closer.
Finally, his eyes raise to meet me. “Bother me?” He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Sweetheart, nothing about your body could bother me. Well, except for the wounds on your back.”
I move even closer, my breasts brushing against his chest as a small pulse of need flows through me. “You’ll just have to be careful then,” I tell him, closing the space between us as my hands finally sink into his soft, brown locks.
His hands finally get with the program as they raise to my hips, holding me firmly against him.
“Careful?” he asks quietly, his lips inches from mine.
I nod. “When you kiss me.”
I study his face, and when I see his nervousness quickly fade away, replaced with something darker, something filled with heat and desire, I grin.
He wastes no more time, one of his hands moving to the back of my head, and the other moves around to squeeze my ass as he pulls me tightly against him. His lips are suddenly on mine, and as if he's tired of waiting. He dives in full throttle, demanding entrance with his tongue.
His moves are a strange mix of passion and uncertainty, like he knows he wants to kiss me but isn’t exactly sure how to do it. It suddenly occurs to me that this could be his first kiss. He told me he’s a virgin, so it would be a pretty safe bet to say he hasn’t even kissed another woman.
Why is that so hot?
I show him how to kiss, caressing his tongue with mine and letting him repeat the motion back. I suck on his lip, and he groans, mirroring the action and making my core heat with need.
Needing to feel closer to him, I throw one leg over his lap and straddle him. Between his jeans and my thick tights, I can’t feel him where I want him most.
Eventually, he pulls his mouth from mine, gasping for air. “Fuck, sweetheart. That was incredible.”
“Was that your first kiss?” I ask hopefully.
He nods, looking sheepish. “Was it that obvious?”
“No. I just guessed. Besides, you seem to be a fast learner.” His grin matches mine as his hand squeezes my ass, and I try to grind against him to no avail.
“Seems you’ve gone and got our girl all hot and bothered,” Sly says, making me gasp as I press my chest tight against Elias on instinct.
I watch the four of them step back into the bedroom and notice the bandage on Pete’s arm.
“Don’t hide from us, little vixen,” Sly tells me as he moves behind me. He gently places his hands on my shoulders, then slides them down my front, gripping my breasts and squeezing them firmly. I gasp, arching into his touch as Elias’s wide eyes stare down to watch what he’s doing to me.
He pinches my nipples, and I moan.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Pete asks. “Watching him touch her while she’s straddling you?”
Elias nods, his eyes not lifting from the way Sly teases me.
“Want a taste?” Sly asks, lifting them higher like some sort of offering. Elias licks his lips, his eyes darting to mine in question. My cheeks must be bright red, but I nod quickly, telling him I’m more than okay with this.
He dips his head and swipes a tongue over a nipple, making me whimper. Then he covers the whole thing with his mouth and starts to lick and suck on my heated flesh. My hands tighten in his hair as I push myself harder against him.
“Dios mio! Yes!” I cry, my core begging for any sort of pressure. Elias takes my breast from Sly’s grasp, and I feel him step away. But he doesn’t stop participating.
In typical Sly fashion, he starts directing us. “Elias, move your hand down the back of her tights.” His hand lifts from my ass to find the top edge, and he slowly slides it down, squeezing my bare ass. The feeling of his hand on my skin makes me whimper with need.
“Move your hand lower, until your fingers find her pussy.”
I moan as he does as instructed, and when his fingers gently move through my wet folds and nudge my clit, I cry out.
“That’s her clit, Wren’s extremely sensitive there,” Sly tells him, as if Elias knows nothing about the female body. “First, you’ll want to get your fingers nice and wet with her juices, then you can press two into her, or three if you feel like she can take it.
“Jesus, Sly,” Pete groans. My eyes flick to him as he adjusts himself in his pants, looking almost as needy as I feel.
Sly’s lips are suddenly on my ear as he sucks my lobe into his mouth. I moan out in surprise, and I feel him grin against me. “You want to watch Pete touch himself? You want to see him come while he watches you ride Elias’s fingers?”
That’s the moment Elias chooses to press two fingers into me, making me cry out, “Yes!”
Dex drops one of the armchairs down beside Pete and gestures to it. He gives him a grateful nod, then sinks into the chair and pulls out his already hard cock.
Elias’s teeth graze my nipple, and I cry out, everything he’s doing pushing me fast to a release. I realize that Elias isn’t getting any relief from the current situation, so I pull my hands from his neck and reach blindly between us.
It doesn’t take me long to unbutton his jeans, reach in and pull out his cock. He feels like he has a decent width to him and is definitely more than a handful.
I start to stroke him, and he tears his mouth from my breast and starts kissing up my neck until he reaches my mouth.
With one hand on the back of my head, he holds me to him as his fingers start pumping in and out with the same rhythm I’m using on him.
It’s easy to imagine it’s his cock inside me right now, and I wish it were.
But I knew it was best to wait until I was fully healed before we did that, as it would be his first time.
“Fuck, Wren. Feeling your hand on me is better than I even imagined,” Elias whispers, moving back to kiss and suck at my neck. I open my eyes to watch Pete as he rubs himself, watching me with a permanent grin etched on his face.
“Did you touch yourself in the shower, imagining it was her?” Dex asks.
Elias surprises me by answering instantly. “Fuck yes. All the time.” Dex laughs, and I moan. “Fuck, baby, I need you to come, I can’t hold out much longer.”
“If you can touch her clit while penetrating her, she will fall apart for you,” Sly instructs him. Elias’s mouth and hand move back down to my breast, and he flicks his tongue over my nipple just as his thumb finds my clit and starts to rub firm circles around it.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, surprising myself when the curse word escapes so easily. But that thought is quickly lost when an extremely powerful release rolls through my body. I grind against Elias’s hand as he milks my orgasm to completion.
“Fuck, yeah,” Pete grits out. I watch with wide eyes as cum flies from his cock, surprising me when it seems to shoot out several feet, landing on the carpeted floor.
I use my free hand to slide into Elias pants and squeeze his balls, that’s all he seems to need as his head tips up, and he groans. I cover his mouth with mine and take control of the kiss as his dick convulses in my hand, soaking my stomach in his release.
When his body starts to deflate, I stop moving and give him a few lingering kisses before pulling back to watch his face.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers before giving me another lingering kiss.
“Back at you,” I say with a grin.
“Alright, now you’ve had your fun. Time to clean up, then back to bed so you can heal,” Sly commands, killing the moment. But I don’t mind.
Jagger comes in and lays down, and as I glance around at the four guys, making sure none of them are upset with what just happened. I’m met only with looks of warmth and love.
Maybe this could work. Maybe the six of us could stay together after this is all over.
Of course, we were still in Russia, where Ivan seemed to pretty much run the country. And we need to get that list of names to get the guys' names cleared and get back to the states. I heard as much when I woke up and listened to their recount of what happened since Jagger and I were taken.
This wasn’t close to being over, but maybe with all of us finally working together as one unit, we could make this work. Between the six of us, we had a diverse set of skills, and hopefully, if we learned how to use those together, we could make this work.
We could be a team.