CHAPTER 6
WOLFE
The naughty smile playing at the corners of our woman’s mouth has my cock throbbing as my heartrate picks up. It’s pounding in my chest to the point that I should probably be concerned, but I’m not. I know why my body is responding the way it is. It’s all her.
It’ll always be her.
I can’t believe I didn’t know about her trip to Seattle. Sure, I had been focusing on Volkov and the issues here since I knew she was still under contract in Miami. I’m kicking myself now because I should have paid closer attention and known she was coming here sooner.
If I had known, I would have mentally prepared myself for seeing her again. Because there was no way I wasn’t going to see her, not with her coming back to the place it all began. Honestly, I never thought she’d come back to Seattle. She hasn’t been back in ten years, at least not to my knowledge. I figured it wasn’t ever going to happen, but here she is.
Right in front of me looking like a fucking leather clad goddess.
And she wants us to follow her directions, I’m not about to start complaining. I’m man enough to let her take control.
For now.
It might help her build some trust in us and that is worth whatever she might throw our way.
As I tell my cock to calm the fuck down as he’s trying to punch a hole through my slacks to get to the woman I’ve been wanting for ten years, I step forward. “What do you want, our Phoenix?”
I’m not sure why Dominic let that nickname slip from him, but it’s fitting as fuck. She rose from the ashes of her trauma and became someone, something, new. And just look at her now.
She’s glorious.
Kirby’s eyes narrow and she lets out a small huff of annoyance as she stands to her full height. She’s not necessarily short for a woman, especially with the addition of the heels she’s wearing, but she’s still probably topping out at 5’9”. Compared to where we land, closer to 6’5”, we tower over her between our heights and the way we’re built.
She starts to circle us slowly. Every step heightens my need for her. It feels like my body tunes into hers as she moves.
Fuck, this anticipation might just be the end of me. What a way to go.
When I glance at Hendrix and Dominic, they’re right there with me. My breathing deepens and the hair on my arms stands up.
“What isn’t going to happen is you thinking you can top from the bottom,” her voice is sharp and has me standing at attention in a way that I haven’t felt compelled to in a long fucking time.
I start to crane my neck around to look at her, but she snarls, “Eyes forward.”
Fuck if my head doesn’t snap back around as my body follows her direction without a second thought. Her time walking in front of us is far too short, but I take in as much as I can, the view burned into my mind. I have no doubt that I’ll be pulling out this memory for the rest of my life because it’s hot as fuck.
Her ass looks fucking incredible in her skirt. I desperately want to drop to my knees and take a bite out of it. Then there is my unanswered question about the stockings she’s wearing. I have no doubt they’re those lace top kind, but what color is the lace? I’m hoping for red. Or black.
Fuck. I don’t even care.
I just want to explore her legs and find out.
“You will follow my directions. You will not overstep and push for more. I won’t be giving it to you,” there’s a hard finality in her voice that shouldn’t be nearly as hot as it is.
What kind of magic is this woman weaving around me?
Hendrix chances asking a question, his voice husky with need that I feel to the depth of my soul, “And what kind of directions will you be giving?”
Kirby makes a humming sound before circling us one more time and then giving us her back as she walks back to the bed. My eyes are glued to her ass, watching it move with every step.
Dominic makes a sound in the back of his throat. I would call it a whine if I didn’t know the man better. But damn if I don’t have to fight the same sound from coming out of me.
Our Phoenix turns and hikes her skirt up her thighs, revealing more of her legs with slow movements that are driving me out of my damn mind. Her steely blue eyes flash with something as the three of us freeze in place and take in the show that is even better than I imagined.
When the lace tops of her stockings—making my dreams come true with them being red—I let out a growling groan. “Fucking knew they would be those sexy lace top things. Red too,” I grunt without looking away from where the lace kisses her skin, “fucking knew you were trying to kill me, Kirby.”
“No,” she barks, “you will not use my name. Not in here.” When my eyes snap up to hers, the scowl on her face makes me want to genuflect at her feet. I nod and swallow hard around the lump in my throat. Her eyes move to Hendrix, effectively dismissing me and making me feel cold. “Crawl to me,” she commands.
I almost balk, fully expecting the man who takes the lead between us more often than not to bristle at her order while refusing to do so. When he drops to his knees, you could knock me over with a fucking feather. Our Phoenix has an effect on us that I could never have anticipated.
As Hendrix begins to crawl, yes fucking crawl, toward her, everything in me wants to join him. It’s a feat to keep my body still. Kirby must be able to see the yearning on my face when she meets my eyes because the smirk that she sends my way is pure fucking sin.
Kirby sits down gracefully, her skirt rucked up around her waist. I could almost kick myself because I was distracted and didn’t get to take in the entire show. Is she wearing a thong or some sort of panty? What color? Could she actually be bare underneath that tight as hell skirt?
I try and think about whether or not I saw any lines on her ass and I definitely didn’t. The thought of her being bare under her skirt has me panting out a breath of anticipation. Fuck, I need to be closer.
She focuses on Hendrix as he sits back on his heels in front of her, his eyes glued to the apex of her thighs even though he can’t see anything with her legs pressed together. Dominic grunts, his body lurching forward like he’s fighting himself from moving closer the same way I am.
Slowly she slides her legs open, her lips twisted up in a grin. “Eat.”
Hendrix lunges for her and buries his face between her thighs. The growl he lets out has my blood pumping harder through my veins. I can hear the way he’s slurping up her taste.
Kirby’s jaw goes slack as she leans back and props herself up on her elbows. Her movements are fluid as she reaches up with one hand and exposes one of her tits and then the other. Half-mast steely blue eyes, dark with pleasure, look between Dominic and me.
“Play with my tits.”
Don’t have to fucking tell me twice.
I almost trip over my feet as I lurch toward the bed. The oomph I let out as I collapse next to our woman would be embarrassing if I gave a fuck. Since I don’t, I ignore my own ineptitude and wrap my lips around Kirby’s hard nipple.
She arches her back as Dominic does the same on the other side. It’s kind of a mind fuck how she’s in charge, and won’t accept anything less in this situation, but is still presenting herself to us. My mind whirls with what it all means, but I push those thoughts away and focus on this moment.
I don’t want to forget a single second.
Kirby’s skin is soft against my lips when I release her nipple with a pop to pepper the swell of her breast with my mouth. I kiss, nip, and taste her because I can’t fucking help myself.
“Slide two fingers inside of my pussy and suck on my clit,” there’s a breathless quality in our Phoenix’s voice, but there is nothing about her command that makes me feel like she’s begging.
How is that so damn hot?
The gasp that comes from our woman has me trying to shift to look down the length of her body to see what Hendrix is up to. I can’t see nearly enough. Not even a glimpse of what I know is a dripping wet and beautifully pink pussy.
Damn it.
When I meet Dominic’s eyes across her chest, I expect it to feel strange. It doesn’t. There’s something in his eyes, something I know and understand.
He bares his teeth at the same time that I do, and we bite down on our respective nipple.
“Fuck,” she groans, the sound coming from the back of her throat as she collapses back onto the bed.
Her body twitches slightly as she holds her breath and I know, without feeling the clench of her slick walls for myself, that she’s coming. It’s sexy as hell and I desperately want to see it again and again. Maybe I’ll be able to taste her and make her come with my mouth next.
I could be so damn lucky.
Her voice is husky as she whispers, “Stop.”
All three of us jerk back from her at the same time. When I look at each of my best friends and brothers, I can read the worry on their faces. I can’t say I blame them since I’m wondering the same thing they are—does she regret what just happened.
Hendrix’s voice is soft, softer than I’ve ever heard it before, “You okay, our Phoenix?”
She lets out a soft whimper before clearing her throat as if she didn’t mean to let the sound escape. When she sits up, she looks at each of us in the eye. I hate that I can’t read what she’s thinking with a single look. Hopefully we get there, but today is not that day.
It shouldn’t make an ache pierce my chest, but it does.
“Good boys,” her voice is stronger.
Being the one that is not usually on the receiving end of praise—preferring to be the one giving it—is a little strange. But I also kind of like it.
I’m not sure if I’ll admit that out loud or not, but it’s true all the same.
Kirby’s movements are a little more jerky as she stands, and then smooths her skirt down over her ass and thighs, covering where the lace of her stockings give way to her creamy skin. I want to rip that fucking skirt from her body and have to clench my fists to stop myself.
Hendrix moves back to give her some room even though it’s clear that’s the last thing he wants to do. The clench of his jaw gives him away.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she takes a step out of the circle we’ve created around her. The way her arms move makes it so that I’m not surprised when she turns back and her tits are covered again.
What a fucking shame.
Her face is a neutral mask, the pleasure she just allowed herself to be engulfed in, the way she was swept up in it, no longer evident. I want to pull her back between us and make her fall apart again.
And again.
The nod she gives us is curt before she turns and sweeps out of the room as if nothing took place between us. I want to call out after her and demand that she talks to us. The only thing that stops me, especially when I sit up with the intention of following her, is Dominic gripping my shoulder.
“Don’t,” he grits out through his teeth just as the door closes behind our woman. She’s on the wrong fucking side of that door. She should be here with us. I turn toward him slowly, ready to beat the shit out of him for stopping me. His words are measured and tinged with a hint of an apology, “I think she let us see past who she becomes when she’s working. If she did, she needs a moment. She’ll shut down right now if you push her.”
Silence surrounds us as he lets go of me and Hendrix stands before striding over to an oversized chair in in the corner and sitting down. I hang my head and bury my face in my hands, needing a moment to try and get myself under control.
There’s concern in Dominic’s voice, “You good?”
The only reason I look up is because I’m not sure who he’s talking to. The way he’s looking at Hendrix is intent and filled with concern. So, he’s not asking me—good.
“I’m fine,” Hendrix rasps and licks his lips.
“Fuck,” the word sounds like a prayer, “how does she taste?”
When Hendrix meets my gaze, the smirk on his face says it all.
“She’s not going to make this easy on us,” Dominic comments. He’s not looking at either of us, he’s staring off into space. “You both better be sure because if we do this then there’s no going back.”
I scoff because part of me has been waiting for this for ten fucking years.
“She’s ours,” Hendrix growls, Dominic’s warning clearly offending him. He lets out a sigh and admits, “I never forgot about her. I had no idea you,” he gives me an accusing look, “were keeping up with her.”
“It’s not like she was ready. She had some major trauma to deal with and I didn’t think she would be able to do it with our help. It’s not like we were ready either,” I grumble, understanding him questioning my actions, but not appreciating it.
How could I? My cock is harder than it’s ever been and the woman I want to bury it inside just walked out without a backward glance.
“But we’re ready now,” Hendrix doesn’t pose it like a question, but I nod anyway.
Dominic throws out, “What do we do now?”
“Now,” I grin at my brothers, knowing we’re on the same page, “we catch her. She’s been running long enough.”