Chapter 11
“The fuck was that?”
I let my breath out in a stream as I leaned over the stainless-steel sink in the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and close behind me, and then felt Ash tap me with something cold. I turned, nodding somberly as I took the beer from his hand, popping the cap on the edge of the counter before bringing it to my lips.
Shit.
“We crossed the line.”
Ash’s mouth tightened as he brought his beer to his lips. “She felt it as much as we did, man. She was on edge as much as we were back there.”
“We shouldn’t have.”
“Maybe.” Ash swore. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
“This is off the plan.”
“This has been off fucking plan since she walked into that club,” Ash hissed, glaring at me. “And you know that as much as me.”
The plan. The goal. The target of this whole thing.
The Cunninghams, and the shit they’d brought with them. The plan here was to get close, get them sloppy, and get them to slip up, so we could strike. The plan was to break Ryan, his father, and their cronies apart piece by piece, and bury them beneath the ground for what they did.
For what they’d done.
To Amy.
Thatwas the goal, and Mia Thorne stepping into that club had thrown the biggest monkey wrench in the fucking world into the mix. Because one look at her, and each of us knew we were undone. One look at that angel, and I knew all three of us were fucked.
Today had been a breaking point. Today had been a test we’d both failed. We were better than this, stronger than this. Men like Ash and I, and Oliver for that matter, had spent most of our lives honing ourselves into machine-like control. We’d come up in chaos, having to fight for what we needed, and after spending the life we’d spent clawing our way to where we were, control was something that came as easy as breathing.
Mia made it impossible to breathe.
She made it impossible for me, or Ash, or Oliver, to have one fucking ounce of control. And that’s what had happened today. We’d walked in there thinking we could keep ourselves in check.
We’d been wrong.
Way fucking wrong.
I could still taste her lips on mine, could still feel the way her mouth had felt inhaling my cock and swallowing my cum. I could still feel her smooth skin under my hands, and her scent still clung to me.
The first cracks in the dam of this plan had appeared.
And her name was Mia.
Just the same, fuck. I shook my head as I glanced up at Ash and grinned. “That was pretty fucking good though.”
He snorted. “Good? Are you fucking kidding me?” He whistled and shook his head, slugging on his beer. “You know that was the best either of us have ever had.”
“She’s untrained, that’s for damn sure.”
Ash shook his head. “She’s not like the others. She’s…” he shook his head, drinking his beer.
“A fighter?”
“I was going to say hellcat,” he grinned. “But yeah, that works.”
“I couldn’t say no, man,” I said quietly, my face clouding.
Ash shook his head, frowning as well. “Me neither, man.”
“Oliver is gonna be pissed.”
Ash snorted. “When is he not pissed?”
“This is different.”
“I know.”
“Because you know damn well he’s feeling the same way about her we are.”
Ash nodded.
“Fuck, man,” I swore. “We were just supposed to keep her here, keep her safe. Not—”
“Not take her and make her come more and harder than I’m willing to bet she’s ever come before?”
I grinned. “Yeah, that.”
Ash whistled again as we leaned against the kitchen counter. “Shit that was good.”
I shook my head, sighing as I clinked my beer to his.
It was really good. That had been the most intense sex of our lives, and we barely knew this girl. Moreover, she was nothing like the women we usually went for.
Moreover, this was a real shit idea.
The problem was, we’d had a taste then.
And now we wanted more.