11. Dax
DAX
The sound of someone kicking down the door to the rooftop patio had us both sitting up, ready to take on whatever was coming for us.
I had all but forgotten about running from the others once Cam and I started hunt and seek.
To say the guys were pissed to see me with a cut-open shirt, tits fully exposed, being with the one man they didn’t trust right now, was underselling it.
Void stormed over, yanking his shirt over his head before plopping it over me.
He was far larger than me, so it turned into a dress.
I could only get one arm through the holes with the sling on.
Satisfied I was covered, Void picked me up and cradled me against his chest, glaring at Cam. “You made her cry. What the fuck did you do?”
“Easy, big guy, he didn’t do anything,” I soothed, patting Void’s chest before resting my head on his shoulder. “He just brought up something from my past I haven’t thought of in a long time.”
“He shouldn’t have brought it up if it was going to make you cry,” Void declared as he turned to head back to the stairs.
“Wait, does this mean we won if we caught her?” Cognac asked, following Void.
Picasso punched him in the arm, causing him to trip and fall over a lounge chair. “What the fuck, man?”
“Of course, we didn’t win. Cam got to her first. He won,” Picasso pointed out.
“Maybe next time, you should use your words, or I don’t know, paint a fucking picture to make your point next time. Fucking hell,” Cognac grumbled from where he was on the ground.
Cam walked over to him and reached out a hand to help him up. “It just takes practice when it comes to hunting Dax. I’ve been at it far longer, but the trick is to get inside her head. Once you can guess what move she’s going to make next, you’ll be able to get the upper hand.”
“Ha, no one but Weston can figure loba out like that,” Cognac said as we descended back to my floor. “Well, I guess you’re included in that category now too.”
“Give it time. The more you play, the faster you’ll learn,” Cam encouraged, clapping Cognac on the back.
When we arrived back at the apartment, Wes was working on his computer while Eagle and Sprocket were watching a basketball game like nothing abnormal had happened at all after dinner. Eagle grinned at me as Void dropped me in his lap and went back to the bedroom to find a shirt, is my guess.
“Did you have fun?” Eagle whispered as he kissed behind my ear.
“It was definitely exciting, but the guys need to work on their tracking skills,” I commented. “So, you guys still up for a movie?”
“Sure, little rebel, a movie sounds good,” Sprocket answered, tugging on a lock of my hair. “Did you have something in mind?”
“Hmm, what about Resident Evil? I love me a good zombie movie with a badass chick,” I suggested. “Before we do that, though, I need to get shit situated. Help me take off this shirt, Eagle.”
“My, my, undressing for me right in front of the others? I thought you decided that wasn’t a game you wanted to play,” Eagle teased as he pulled the tent, posing as a shirt, off me.
I rolled my eyes at him. “In the midst of playing games, my shirt got cut up, and Void didn’t like me so exposed, so he put his on me. I don’t mind wearing it, I just need to get the other off and fix my sling. I’m crippled enough with this thing on as it is.”
“All right, all right, sheath the claws, I’ll help you, little hellcat,” Eagle muttered as he worked at getting the sling off me.
Sprocket pulled off the shirt Cam cut and then put Void’s back on with swift skill. “Damn, Sprocket, you know your away around a woman’s body and clothing, that’s for sure.”
“Typically, it’s taking it off, not so much putting it back on,” he joked, making me frown.
Flicking my nose with his finger, he stopped me before I could say a word.
“No, don’t take that joke as anything other than the sassy comment it was supposed to be.
The only woman I plan on dressing or undressing from here on out is you, got it? ”
“Get out of my head. It’s rude to read people’s minds.” I huffed, turning to cuddle up to Eagle, ignoring Sprocket’s soft laughter.
I made it through the first movie, but at some point during the second, I fell asleep, but who could blame me with Eagle playing with my hair all soothing-like?
When I woke up, I found myself in bed with a body behind me and one in front of me, wrapping me up in a nice sandwich.
Picasso was the man my face was plastered to, so my guess is that Eagle didn’t give up his spot holding me, so he was the koala on my back.
Needing to piss like a racehorse, I wiggled out of my body cocoon and headed to the bathroom.
When I came back, the brothers were cuddling, having filled in the gap where I’d been.
Spying Weston’s phone charging on the dresser, I grabbed it and snapped a picture so these guys could never live this moment down.
Surprisingly in a good mood, I headed to the kitchen find out if anyone made coffee yet this morning.
More men were sprawled out on the couch since the three of us took the bedroom.
Unsurprisingly, I found Wes as the first one awake, making coffee like the godsend he was.
He spotted me, lifted a finger to his lips to keep me from talking, and pointed to a steaming mug already waiting for me.
He gestured to the sliding door that led to the smallest excuse for a patio known to man.
It fit two chairs and a little table, leaving enough room for us to walk to get to said chair to sit.
I went to sit in my chair, but Wes had other ideas, pulling me to sit in his lap and resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to be able to do this?” Wes murmured, running his nose along my ear. “It’s something so simple, yet nothing I was allowed to do as just your best friend.”
I turned to look at him with a cocked brow. “Were we ever just best friends?”
“That’s not as easy a question to answer, now is it? Guess that mystery will just have to remain unsolved,” Wes countered with a smirk. “What’s the plan for today?”
“I need to go to the warehouse so I can talk to Levin. You know how he is with change.” I sighed, sipping my coffee.
Wes groaned, knowing exactly who I was talking about. “That old Russian thinks everyone is after him. How did you ever convince him to work with you?”
“He says I remind him of his daughter who passed away in childbirth, wild at heart and lethal. Guess his granddaughter didn’t fall far from the tree from what I hear,” I shared.
“I have no idea how hard it will be for them to get her out of there if the KGB and the Mafia want to keep her, but he has weapons I want. The deal was to get the granddaughter out so that’s what I’m gonna fucking do. ”
“You going to tell him it’s the Wright brothers?”
“Fuck no. He’ll send her to ground faster than we can spit.
People only know their reputation and having been in their shoes once upon a time, I get it.
They sound crazy as hell,” I snickered, thinking of Harper dealing with the three of them.
“What about you? Have any bright ideas for this trap we want to set?”
“I had one.”
“You gonna tell me what it is?” I asked, knocking him with my shoulder.
“It’s still forming, but I had the idea to send encrypted emails to all the leaders so I can get a tap on their phones and computers.
I can do all the research on them with what I know to look for, but if they’re using a second phone or another hardwired computer, then it makes it harder.
If I get direct access to the device, I can search for others in the area, not to mention listen in on what they’re saying,” Wes explained.
I kissed him lightly on the lips. “Have I ever told you how attractive your nerdiness is?”
“You know what, no, I don’t think you have,” Wes teased.
“Then I need to make it up to you now, don’t I?” I purred, setting my mug aside so I could slide to my knees.
I wasn’t wearing my sling, and my shoulder was feeling good after being unused for a whole day.
Reaching up, I slipped my hands around the waistband of his sweats and tugged them, so he got a clue as to what I wanted.
Lifting his ass, I yanked them down to his knees, freeing his rock-hard dick.
“Goodness, I’d have thought you’d been awake long enough for this to calm down. ”
“Not when your pert little ass is rubbing up against it. You telling me you didn’t notice?”
“Oh, I notice it now,” I answered, leaning forward and flicking my tongue over the tip of his cock.
Wes hissed at the touch, making me smile, seeing how much I affected him.
Gently, I cupped his balls and let my thumb stroke them as I kissed down his shaft, only to lick the whole thing on my way up.
I was in the mood to play, and torturing him with pleasure sounded like oh so much fun.
Swirling my tongue around the tip, I dipped my head enough to cover the tip and suck on it, letting my teeth catch in the lip of the head.
“Goddamn you, Dax,” Wes groaned as he tossed his head back.
I let his cock pop out of my mouth as I licked my lips. “What, not enjoying it?”
Wes narrowed his gaze at me. “You know I am, fucking tease.”
Beaming a smile at him, I let my fingers stroke up his length then back down to massage his balls once more. “My, you say the sweetest things to me. Guess I’ll just have to see how much you can take.”
I took him in my mouth and down my throat until I was licking his balls with my mouth full of cock.
Wes was speaking nonsense, so I just ignored it and started on my mission to drive him absolutely mad.
Using my hand, I worked him two-fold, speeding up and slowing way down when I felt him edging closer to the finish line.
I pulled back and slapped the tip against my tongue because for some godforsaken reason, they seemed to like it.
This time, as I took him all the way down and came back up, I used the slightest hint of teeth along the silken skin, making him grip the arms of the chair he was sitting in and buck up into my mouth.
He was trying so hard to be a good boy and not to shove my head down on his cock to get the relief he so desperately wanted.
My jaw started to ache at that moment, so I knew time was up, or I was going to get stuck like this after having my jaw punched one too many times.
Giving no warning, I started to work fast and deep, letting him hit the back of my throat and humming to add to the whole mix of pure torture.
I bobbed my head like a chicken and made it good and sloppy so it slid better and faster in my mouth.
Wes shouted as he came, giving in and grabbing my head, slamming it down to kiss his balls as he spurted down my throat.
“Holy fucking shit, goddammit, woman,” Wes growled, yanking me off him and pulling me up to slam his lips on mine.
Crawling back into his lap, he didn’t let my head go or break our kiss as he slid his hand into my pussy since I wasn’t wearing anything beneath Void’s shirt.
He didn’t bother with warming me up. He was two fingers deep and fucking me like I needed it to live.
His thumb flicked my clit like he was a DJ, and I was the best song he’d ever written.
Now it was my turn to thrash and wriggle as he brought me to climax in five seconds flat, pushing right through it to go for round two, then three, and four.
My legs shook, and I whimpered. He finally released my lips, letting my head drop to his shoulder.
He pulled out number five in as many minutes.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I let out a scream that put every horror movie to shame.
My body went stiff, and if he wasn’t holding on to me, I’d have fallen to the ground as I squirted all over him.
I’d only done it twice in my lifetime. I’d mentioned it in passing to him one night when I drank too much but never did I think he’d get me to do it to this extent.
It was like a gushing river the more he stroked that spot, making me gasp as my body was a fucking fountain, showing off just how happy I was to have his fingers where they were.
Finally, he slowed to a stop as I twitched and nearly sobbed at how overwhelming the pleasure raging in my body was right now.
“Fuck my life, I think you broke me,” I managed to gasp out.
“I counted three since we came out here. How many did you get? You know, for research purposes,” Cognac asked from behind me.
Peering over my shoulder, I saw Sprocket, Cognac, Void, and Cam peering at me with various degrees of hunger and lust. “You guys have no shame.”
“Beautiful, you scream that loud, we all think something is wrong and come running,” Cam justified with a shrug. “Plus, that was absolutely worth the panicked wake-up call. When did you learn to squirt?”
Groaning, I dropped my head to Weston’s shoulder. “Is this what dating seven men is like? I might be rethinking my choices…”
“Not allowed,” Void stated. “You just need more coffee.”
The sound of my mug being picked up from the table told me that’s exactly what one of them was going to get me. “I need a shower.”
“I just had mine so I’m good,” Wes teased.
“I hate you.”
“Love you too, shortcake.”