Chapter 15 Wren
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WREN
Staring at my hair in the mirror, I turn my head side to side, pulling up my ends and wondering if I should cut it. My bangs had grown out weeks ago, and they were at an awkward length, pushed to the sides now.
I feel like I want a change; I’ve been wearing my straight hair down my whole life. It wasn’t until I left the house that I realized there were other ways to style it. My mind keeps going back to a style I saw on a tv show last week. I won’t even need to cut my hair to make it work.
Sectioning my hair into two, I grab some hair ties and start playing with it. It’s much harder than it looks. I thought messy buns would be easy to imitate, but they keep flopping down. It takes me almost twenty minutes to finally get them in position on either side of my head.
Now a grin pulls at my lips when I tilt my head side to side.
The only thing left to take care of is my bangs.
I rummage through the drawers and find a tiny pair of scissors, and deciding that I like them the way I’ve always worn them, straight across, kissing my brows, I get to work, taking off only a little at a time until they reach my desired length.
It takes even longer to get them even, and I leave a couple of longer pieces at either side to frame my face.
Setting the scissors down, I step back and move to the full-length mirror on the side wall of the bathroom.
Someone had bought me fishnet tights, and I decided to wear them today, along with my knee-high black socks, a black and dark green pleated short skirt, and a matching dark green tight-fitted crop top.
The scabbing on my back is practically all gone now since I started being allowed out of bed, three days ago, so I’m back to wearing bras.
I wasn’t sure who was buying my clothes, or if they were all contributing to my wardrobe, but when I found the matching set of lacey dark green bra and underwear, I knew I needed to wear it with this outfit.
I find a simple black velvet choker necklace on the dresser and add that to my outfit, smiling when I see the whole thing together. I think I look cute, like an emo badass. I just need a dagger strapped to my thigh and a gun holstered on the other side, and I’ll be good to go.
Speaking of which, it was time to ask them about that.
Feeling more like myself than I have in weeks, I step out of the bathroom to find an empty bedroom. Glancing down at our makeshift bed on the floor, I smile. I love sleeping with them all close by; it helps me sleep soundly, knowing they are all there.
It is also sending my libido into overdrive.
Being around them all day is bad enough, but seeing them at night, all shirtless, in nothing but tight boxers that leave little to the imagination, is like torture.
And every time I try to sneakily let my hands start exploring their bodies, Sly or Elias are there, stopping me, as if they have some sixth sense for it.
Which is why, no matter who I start the night cuddling, I am often wrapped in Sly’s arms until I fall asleep.
I want to be upset that he could resist my blatant pleas for more.
Still, I know he’s doing it out of love and worry for me, so normally, all it takes is a few stern words of warning from him that he’ll let Elias spank me and leave me hanging, which had me settling down, even if my pussy was raring to go.
When I step out into the suite, I instantly find all five guys scattered around the couches and table. Seeing Elias hunched over his laptop, I decide to make him my target.
I step right up to his side as I make my demands. “I want a gun.”
His head snaps up to mine, then his eyes slowly widen as he drags them down my body, his lips slowly parting as he takes in my outfit.
Feeling pleased he seems so taken with it, I pop out a hip and place my hand there as I ask, "Like what you see?”
“Holy shit, Wren!” Pete says. I glance at where he’s looking at me with wide eyes over the back of the couch. “Are you trying to give us all heart attacks?”
Looking back at Elias, I place a finger under his chin and push up, making him snap his jaw shut. He swallows heavily, then turns his chair to fully face me. “Wren, you look…”
“Delectable?” Sly offers.
“Edible?” Dex suggests.
“Fuckable,” Pete adds, making my cheeks heat.
Their words give me a boldness I’ve never felt before, and seeing Elias so speechless gives me a big boost to my confidence. I step forward, and he instinctively parts his legs, letting me move closer as his hands find their way to my hips.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, as seductively as I can muster. I bend forward, flicking my tongue over his earlobe before I gently suck on it. “Cat caught your tongue?”
“I—” he cuts himself off as I climb into his lap, straddling him. I’ve completely forgotten the reason I came over to him in the first place. Now all I’m concerned with is torturing this man, the way he’s been torturing me.
I run my hands over his shoulders and into his hair as I stare into his eyes. I lick my lips and let my eyes drop to his. “Why don’t I help you with that?” I ask, rolling my hips against him as I lower my lips to his.
My kiss is slow and languid. I don’t plan on deepening it, but Elias has other ideas. As I start to pull away, he wraps one arm around my lower back, the other behind my head as he pulls me against him, his tongue instantly finding entrance as I let him take control.
I can’t feel him where I want him, with him wearing jeans, but I try to remind myself this is about teasing him, not me. So instead, I reach down and find his hard length pressing firmly against his pant leg. I squeeze him through the fabric as the kiss grows more frantic.
I try to squeeze him and stroke him through his pants until he groans loudly against me. Then I pull away, smiling at him as I step off his lap and stand up. “Come back here,” he says, reaching for me, as a frown starts to form on his brow.
I step back, my smile turning to a smirk as I shake my head. “I don’t think so. That was your punishment.”
“Dang, Wren, when did you become such a little vixen?” Pete asks with a laugh.
“She’s always been one, she’s just been hiding it,” Sly replies steadily, like he’s not surprised by my behavior. Hmm, maybe he’ll be my next target.
Elias blinks a few times and even shakes his head, as if he were in a daze and is only now coming back to himself. “Punishment?” he questions. “For what?”
“For torturing me.”
He tilts his head as he studies me for a moment. “You mean the spankings?”
“That and just, you know, you being all…” I wave my hand around his whole body, “you.”
“Me?” he asks, looking genuinely confused.
I roll my eyes. “Come on, Elias. You know how badly I want you, and you walk around all shirtless and hold me without letting me touch. It’s mean.” I say the last two words with a pout, then immediately try to look stern again.
“I actually didn’t know you felt like that,” he says carefully.
“Would it have changed anything if you did?” I ask out of curiosity. I’m not sure how he is so blind to my blatant desires. I feel like I drool every time I look at any of them, especially shirtless.
The corner of his mouth tips up in amusement. “Probably not. But I might have enjoyed it a bit more.”
“See?” I say, pointing at him. “Mean!”
He grabs my finger and uses it to pull me closer. “Oh, you haven’t seen me mean yet.”
Sly lets out an impatient sigh before asking, “Are we just going to ignore the fact that she walked in here and demanded a gun?”
I try to remain stern as I roll my shoulders back and look at him. “That’s right. What of it?”
“Are you serious?” Pete asks.
“Yes. You all have guns. I want one.”
“You don’t know how to use one,” Elias says, giving my hips a squeeze with his large hands.
“You can teach me,” I say with a soft smile. “Please?”
“No way,” Sly says from where he’s still seated in the living room.
Elias takes a moment to study my face before asking, “Why do you want one so badly?”
“When we figure out when Ivan’s leaving his home next, we’re going to make a plan to attack him.
You’re not leaving me here,” I say a little forcefully to let them know that part wasn’t up for discussion, “and I’ll be better able to protect myself and cover you guys if I have a gun of my own.
The knife is only good for close combat.
Isn’t it better if I can take out my enemy before they get that close? ”
“She has a point,” Dex says, making me smile in his direction.
“It’s out of the question,” Sly says, shaking his head.
“This isn’t a dictatorship,” Pete tells him, which gets him one of Sly’s signature glares. “Look, man, I’m not saying I want her to have one either, but we could at least start with teaching her to shoot one, and go from there? Maybe she’ll hate it and decide she doesn’t want one.”
I appreciate his support; it’s partly why we need all six of us on this team. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, but together we help to even those out and come up with the best solutions.
Sly doesn’t say anything after that, just crosses his arms in obvious disapproval as Elias finally nods. “Okay. I’ll find us somewhere remote to practice. I’m assuming you want to start today?”
“Yes, please!” I say excitedly, before leaning down and giving him a quick kiss.
I still find it crazy that the others let him into our group.
Being able to kiss and cuddle him without worry of how the others will react is definitely helping me get over the trauma of being held captive.
All things considered, I think Jagger and I got off easy with the lashes.
Ivan could have done a lot worse, and I was thankful that it had come at the end of our time there, not earlier.
I still wasn’t sure why he held on to us as long as he had, and not killed us, but something told me he was a man who loved power and control.