Chapter 16 Wren #2
“No? Why don’t you show them then? When you look at Wren, do you ever let her see how you really feel in the moment?”
Sly turns his gaze to me, and the second those searching green eyes meet mine, a smile graces my lips. “Yes. He shows me.” Sly’s eyes turn from searching to happy, and I know he’s pleased with my response.
“See?” My smile widens as I point at Sly and look at Elias.
“See what? His expression didn’t change.”
“Well, I can see it. Maybe if you can’t, that says more about you than me.” He frowns, his eyes darting between the two of us before I turn to Dex. “It’s your turn.”
“Never have I ever been attracted to anyone more than I have to you.”
Nobody drinks, not even Elias, and I lower my gaze, trying to hide my blush and the happiness that they all feel that way.
“Never have I ever fantasized about tying someone up and having them submit to me,” Sly says, and my eyes widen in surprise.
I mean, I knew he was more… dominant than the others, but I hadn’t been sure exactly what that would entail.
What surprises me more is that Pete takes a drink, too.
A huge grin covers his face when he sees me watching him, and he winks.
“Dios mio,” I whisper on an exhale. Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
“You still speak Spanish?” Elias asks, although I know he’s heard me curse in Spanish already.
“Sí,” I reply in response.
“Alguno de ellos habla espanol?” He asks if any of the others speak Spanish, too.
“No.” I shake my head, and a small grin tugs at his lips.
“Nunca he…” The translation isn’t exact, but he’s taking his turn at the game. “Deseada, alguien a quien no puedo tener.”
I try not to startle at his statement. ‘Never have I ever desired someone I couldn’t have.’
As he lifts his beer to his lips and takes a drink, his brown eyes stay glued to mine, and I swallow with a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. He sees me as more than a friend? What am I supposed to do with that when I already have four boyfriends?
Knowing I don’t need to decide anything right now, I answer honestly and lift my own drink, taking a couple sips for courage. His eyes widen marginally, then quickly turn to something else… something almost… calculating.
Jagger starts to sign, and Sly speaks it aloud. “Never have I ever been turned on by listening to Wren speak Spanish.” My cheeks heat as all five take a drink.
“You speak Italian, too, right?” Pete asks, and I nod. “I don’t think I’ve heard you speak it before. Will you say something in Italian?”
I ask him what he’d like me to say. “Cosa vorresti che dicessi, Peter?”
“Oh shit, that’s so hot! Say something else!” he begs, leaning forward with his arms resting on the coffee table, staring at me with heated eyes.
“You can’t understand me, can you?” I ask in Italian, and he just stares, a warm grin on his face.
So I continue. “I guess since you can’t understand me, I can tell you anything.
Like how the thought of you and Sly tying me up makes me wet.
How I’m already imagining you restraining me and doing whatever you want to me.
And how desperate I am to crawl across this table and sink down right on your hard cock. Right. Now.”
“Porca miseria…” Sly swears in Italian, making my wide eyes whip to him. He scrubs a hand down his face before his heated eyes meet mine.
“You speak Italian?” I ask, my voice shaking with worry. He was not supposed to understand what I just said. I would never dare to say that out loud.
He watches me internally freak out for a second before he nods. “I do.”
“How come I never knew that?”
“I guess it never came up. My father spoke it around the house growing up, and as you know, I don’t like talking about him much.”
I nod, then turn back to Pete, eager to ignore what Sly just heard me admit. “Pete, it’s your turn."
“Oh no,” he says, shaking his head adamantly. “I want to know what you just said to have Sly react like that, and you turning into a tomato.”
Now it’s my turn to shake my head, no way I’m repeating that. Pete looks to Sly, and he lets out a long exhale. “Sorry, I don’t want to betray her trust. If she wanted you to know, she would have said it in English.”
“But she didn’t want you to know, either, and you do!” Pete whines. Sly just shrugs, and I give him a small smile of thanks in return. At least all of them didn’t know how dirty my thoughts were. That’d just be four times more embarrassing.
“Fine, fine,” Pete concedes. “Okay, how about… Never have I ever… gone skinny dipping.”
“What’s that?” I ask before anyone takes a sip.
“It’s where you go swimming without any clothes on,” Dex answers, and my eyes widen a little in surprise.
“Oh.” Dex and Pete take a drink as I start to picture what that would be like.
Not that there is a pool here, and the weather is turning too cold for that anyway.
But I could picture it, back in Arizona, on a hot night, running out the back of our home and jumping naked into our pool to swim together.
Our house? Our pool?
I’m not sure when I started picturing a life together beyond our current fugitive lifestyle, but that thought does spark a flicker of happiness. The dangerous, fragile kind that feels almost too good to let myself believe in.
“Your turn, Wren,” Elias tells me as I contemplate my next question. I’d love to know why the guys haven’t tried to have sex with me yet. Lord knows I’ve been ready for weeks. But I’m not sure how to phrase that in a way that would be appropriate with Elias here.
“Never have I ever wished the FBI or Robert or Ivan weren’t chasing us.” Everyone takes a drink, as expected, and I finish off my beer, as do a few of the others.
Pete grabs us new ones as Dex takes a turn. “Never have I ever dreamed of a life free of crime.” Again, everyone takes a sip as we look to Sly.
“Never have I wished someone in this room would tie me up.”
“Traitor!” I gasp, and a rare grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. I narrow my eyes and take a sip of my beer.
“Wait—” Pete says excitedly. “Is that what she was saying in Italian?”
“A gentleman never tells,” Sly replies, and Dex laughs.
“You’re no gentleman, you just outed her secret!” Elias exclaims.
“Oh my god, can we please just move past this?” I ask, covering my eyes with my free hand, wishing I could be invisible right now.
“If Wren wants me to tie her up in bed, I want to know!” Pete says, half pouting and half serious.
“I need to change my answer to that other question,” Dex says as his dick nudges my ass in excitement. “All this talk about tying her up is making me hard, and now I’m definitely imagining it.”
“Dios mio,” I mumble to myself as Pete laughs.
“Are they always like this?” Elias asks, and I peek at him through my fingers and see he’s directing his question at me.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“She barely knew what sex was before we met her,” Pete says in defense. “We’re educating her.”
“And you think BDSM is the place to start?”
“Who said that’s where we’re starting?” Sly asks with what could only be described as a smug smirk on his lips.
Elias narrows his eyes on him before turning to me. “Okay, it’s my turn. Never have I ever had sex.”
I expect him to say ‘With someone in this room,’ but he doesn’t, leaving it broad. I try not to wince as my four boyfriends all take a quick sip, but I keep my eyes on Elias, waiting for him to drink.
He doesn’t.
We stare at each other with identical looks of confusion and shock.
“Wait… Are you still a virgin?” he asks in disbelief, shocking me a little with such an intimate question.
“Are you?” Dex fires back at him.
He doesn’t hesitate to nod, his eyes still on me as he answers. “Yes. How could I sleep with anyone else when my heart belonged to her?”
My eyes widen as Dex whispers, “Shit, that’s romantic as hell.”
“You didn’t drink,” Elias presses, looking at me.
“That’s right,” I say calmly, trying not to duck my head. I have nothing to be embarrassed about, even if I didn’t understand why they hadn’t slept with me yet.
“But what about the other day? When you were behind the tree with Sly?”
“You can be intimate without having sex.” I tilt my head as I ask. “Did you not know that?”
“What? Of course I did!” He sits back, his cheeks turning red. Is he embarrassed?
I feel bad, so I offer him an olive branch. “Maybe you should watch some porn?” His eyes widen in shock and confusion, so I explain. “The guys helped educate me by watching porn together. Before I met them, I didn’t know what oral sex was, or double penetration, or a blow job.”
Instead of helping him to understand, his eyes widen with each statement until I finish talking. I can feel the thick tension in the air right before it explodes. Or he explodes is a better way to explain what happens next.
He slams his beer on the table, and he jumps to his feet. “You fucking dirt bags!” He launches himself at Jagger and Pete, and I squeal in surprise, clinging to Dex, who stands and moves us behind the couch, out of the way.
“Get off me!” Pete yells as he tries to push Elias away. Elias lands a punch to his side, and Pete grunts in pain.
“Don’t hurt him!” I yell, trying to pull away from Dex, but he holds me tight.
“Oh no, you don’t! I’m not letting you get close to that. I’d murder anyone who accidentally hit you with so much as a stray elbow.”
I stop struggling as he holds me close, my back to his chest as his arms band around me tightly.
I watch with wide eyes as Jagger bites Elias’s arm.
“Ow! Mother fucker!” Elias turns his attention to Jagger, and suddenly the two of them are rolling around on the floor, wrestling as they both try to get the upper hand.
I feel my core tingle and gasp. Am I supposed to be getting turned on by this? Somehow, imagining myself sandwiched between the two of them has me leaning back against Dex, unsure how to react.
Elias manages to get on top of Jagger, but it doesn’t last two seconds before Pete slams into him from the side, knocking him to the floor. Pete tries to press his forearm against his throat, but Elias grabs his wrists as they both wrestle for control.
“Calm down,” Sly says, stepping to their side as he just watches them fight. “Why are you so upset?”
“You had her watch porn and told her it was educational!” Elias grits out as Jagger joins in, grabbing one of his arms with both his hands and pinning it to the ground.
“How else could we give her a crash course in sex education?” Pete asks, able to use both hands to pin Elias's other hand to the ground.
He struggles for a second, then exhales as he stops fighting, his head dropping back in defeat. “Don’t you get it? She’s going to get the wrong idea about sex. She’s going to think it’s all about role-play and bondage and covering her in your jizz.”
“Jesus, Eli, what kind of porn have you been watching?” Pete asks. Even though I can tell he’s teasing him, Elias sputters, and his cheeks turn red.
“What? I haven’t—”
“Then how do you know what it’s like?” Sly asks as Jagger and Pete let go of Elias and stand. Elias quickly follows, averting his gaze as he pretends to wipe off imaginary dirt from his shirt and pants.
“You’re all a bunch of assholes, you know that?” he mumbles.
“You think you can do better?” Jagger signs.
Elias frowns at him. “Better? At what?”
He signs again. “If you think we did a crappy job of educating her, why don’t you give it a try?” He gestures to me, and I see the smirk on Pete’s face as Elias’s cheeks grow red.
“Yes,” Sly says, sounding intrigued. “Let’s see what the virgin can teach her.”
“Be a good girl and go sit on the couch,” Dex says quietly in my hair before releasing me and swatting my butt to get me moving.
I know they’re all doing this to tease Elias, and because they probably don’t like him questioning their form of education.
But something about seeing Elias nervous and embarrassed has me super eager to see where this goes.
He hates the guys, and maybe if he sees they aren’t all bad, that they taught me the best they could, he’ll gain a little bit of respect for them.
With my decision made, I eagerly prance around to the front of the couch and perch down on the edge of the seat, making sure to flatten my pleated skirt beneath my butt before I do. I cross my fishnet-covered legs at the ankles and sit up tall, my hands clasped in my lap as I watch Elias eagerly.
He looks at me a bit like a deer caught in headlights. He scrapes a hand down the back of his head as he moves in front of me, finally taking a seat on the coffee table, his knees grazing mine.
He looks nervous as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
Biting my lip, I tilt my head and wait.