Share Me

by Webster, K

  “The house is swept once a month, always on the first of the month. That gives us twenty-eight days to gather as much evidence as we can to call out Jack before the bugs are found, and the jig is up,” Seb tells us, scrubbing his palm over his face, stress evident on his tired features.

  Zac stops moving, glancing between Seb and me, and then settles back on the screen.

  “He could ask for her return at any time.”

  A rush of possession courses through my veins with his words, making every inch of me tense. My fists clench of their own accord. “He can fucking ask,” I growl, “but he’s got no hope in hell of that happening.”

  “Agreed,” Seb adds in a fierce tone.

  “I’ll leave at first light,” Zac confirms, pulling his shirt off over his head and waltzing from the room.

  I turn all my attention on Seb. “When we get the evidence about Jack, this will kill Clove. One of us is going to have to break her heart,” I remind him. “Bagsy, not it.” I grin and slap a hand on his shoulder.

  “Fucking bagsy? What are you, British? And nine?” he calls out to me as I head for the exit.

  “Nine inches, motherfucker,” I say in a fake British accent over my shoulder before heading out of the office just as Zac comes into view on Seb’s monitor. I unbuckle my belt and shed my jeans to join Ford and Zac. For now, we can keep Clove in our bliss bubble for a little longer.

  A week later…

  A yawn echoes through Sebastian’s office from my lips as I almost fall asleep watching the security monitors showing Clove, Ford, and Zac all cozy on the couch watching a movie, their limbs all entwined like vines. Seb’s frowning at whatever the fuck he can hear through the headpiece he’s wearing. We’re going through the recordings from yesterday at the Sterling household. Zac managed to bug Jack’s office while Jack was off doing more fucking interviews. Luckily, no alarm codes have been changed for the residence, so Zac was in and out without anyone knowing any better.

  Throwing his headset off and onto his desk, Seb shudders and gets up to pace the floor.

  “What’s up?” I ask, trying not to smirk. I know exactly what’s up because I had to go through Jack’s office tape yesterday, and that fucker likes to keep his right hand active late at night.

  “Marjorie. She’s so desperate for Jack’s cock it’s disturbing.” He shudders again.

  Raising a brow, I wait for him to elaborate.

  Placing his hands on his hips, he halts and furrows his eyebrows at me. “She’s trying to entice him into her bed. It’s like listening to someone’s mom trying to get laid,” he grumbles, throwing his ass back into the seat and picking up the headset.

  “Is Jack going with it?” I ask, waggling my eyebrows and giving Seb a wink.

  Shaking his head, he clicks on sound to come through the computer just as Jack begins explaining he’s not ready to take that step.

  “When I am, you know it will be with you. I need time.” Jack’s baritone voice filters into the room.

  “Six years, Jack. She would want you to heal and love again,” Marjorie tells him, and suddenly the air feels thick in the room. I squirm a little in my seat. It feels intrusive listening in on them for the first time since Zac placed the bugs.

  “It’s not just about me. I have Clove and the public to think about too, Marjorie. You know all this.”

  “We don’t have to make it public right away, and Clove is an adult.”

  “Enough. We’ve already discussed this. Get me into the White House, and I’ll make you First Lady. We’re not there yet, and I’m the only one who’s been doing what’s needed to get us there.”

  My eyes cut to Sebastian, who glares right back at me.

  “Good night, Marjorie.”

  “Night, Jack.”

  Sebastian slams his hand down on the desk, making the equipment rock. An alarm sounds suddenly on the security monitor of our property, drawing both our attention.

  “Boundary breach,” Sebastian snaps, bringing up the cameras for outside.

  “Animal?” I query.

  “Rachel,” he growls, clicking to the cameras inside the house.

  Zac is up at the front door, gun drawn with Clove standing behind Ford in the living room, all eyes on the front door. Marching out of the room, Sebastian is like a dragon about to breathe fire. It’s past midnight and this bitch is proving she can’t take a fucking hint. All week she’s been making excuses to have Sebastian and Zac running around after her—a flat tire, a gas leak, anything she could think of to get them to her place.

  Luckily, Ford and I kept our little sweetness preoccupied, so she hasn’t noticed. She’s going to fucking notice her at the front door at midnight, though.

  Fuck.

  Being wrapped up in the arms of Ford while Zac massaged my feet on the couch in a cuddle fest movie night was bliss until a weird beeping alarm sounded through the house, making both Ford and Zac almost catapult me from their hold to draw their weapons. Zac moved toward the front door while Ford ushered me behind him, backing me against a wall. And now we’re all just standing rigid like a hellhound is about to burst through the front door.

  Sebastian comes barreling down the hallway, his face a storm of anguish with Leo hot on his tail.

  “It’s Rachel. Relax,” he grunts.

  Ford snorts, clicking the safety on his gun, and tucks it in the back of his jeans—moving me to allow me to sidle up next to his side instead of his ass. His strong arm wraps around me, and we both train our gazes on Zac opening the door as Rachel pours inside on unsteady feet.

  Throwing herself at him, her arms snake around his neck. Viper. Her face burrows into his chest like she has permission to be that intimate with him. My heart stampedes in my chest at their contact, ice water flushing through my veins reminding me that she knew my guys way before I did. I want to go over there, yank her off him, and toss her back out the door. I get a little satisfaction from the fact he doesn’t reciprocate her affection. Instead, his eyes cut to mine across the room, a deep frown marring his forehead.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Sebastian demands, his tone cutthroat, making Rachel step away from Zac and drop her eyes to her feet.

  “Someone followed me home. I got scared. I didn’t know what to do,” she says, sniffling.

  “Where from?”

  “The bar. It’s the only night a week my mom gives me a break from—”

  “Is Joey on the grounds?” Seb cuts her off, making her look up at him and nod.

  “Motherfucker,” Zac growls.

  As if her words summoned this Joey person, another figure appears at the front door. Rachel rushes around Zac and pushes herself against Sebastian like she belongs there with him. I try to tell myself my jealousy is irrational, but it doesn’t stop my fist tightening in Ford’s shirt. His grip tightens around me, and he plants a kiss to the top of my head.

  “Rach, are you in there?” the man shouts, tapping on the window of the front door before walking inside.

  He slams straight into the brick wall of Zac, who grabs him by the lapels of his jacket and within seconds has him down on the ground, his arm twisted up his back as he presses his knee into his spine, restricting him from moving. “You picked the wrong house, motherfucker,” Zac growls.

  The guy looks drunk, his eyes heavy as he tries to survey the room from his position on the floor. “She left her purse,” he slurs, trying to adjust his body by wriggling to no avail.

  “Rick?” Rachel snaps, rubbing her hand down Seb’s chest. “I thought it was Joey.”

  Pulling away from Ford, I march across the room, fire igniting my bones and aiding my confidence. Reaching them, I grab her hand from Seb’s chest and walk her over to the dining room table before pulling out a chair. “Take a seat. I’ll make you a coffee to help sober you up,” I offer with a tight smile.

  “I had no idea about this. I thought it was Joey, Seb, I swear.” She yanks her arm from me and narrows her drunken gaze on me.

 
“I know her,” Rick grunts from the floor and then groans when Zac increases the pressure on his back, moving his knee toward the guy’s neck. “I’ve seen you on TV,” he continues. He’s looking at me, not Rachel.

  “No, you haven’t. Now shut the fuck up before I shut you up permanently,” Zac growls.

  My guys all communicate with their eyes, talking to each other without saying a word, and before the not Joey guy named Rick can say anything else, he’s being hauled to his feet and ushered outside.

  “Leo, stay with Clo,” Seb orders. “Ford, take Rachel to her trailer while we drop this guy at the gate.”

  “Can Leo take me?” Rachel asks, making me squint my eyes at her and cross my arms under my chest.

  “Why?” I snap, irritated that she showed up and has my guys cleaning up her mess. And now she wants to dictate who will be seeing her out?

  “What’s it to you?” she snipes.

  My eyes cut to Leo, who looks like someone just castrated him.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he assures me.

  “Well, it looks like unfortunately, Rachel, you don’t always get what you want,” I say with a saccharine smile, cutting my eyes to Ford, who is grinning at me like a fool. “Get your shoes on, we’re taking Rachel to her trailer.”

  One week later…

  They’re buying favor. I shake my head as I look over the intel a contact was able to retrieve.

  The money went to someone already in the White House. Jack is buying backers for his presidency campaign. In all the time I worked for the man, I would have never pegged him for being a corrupt motherfucker, but politics are toxic. I should have known better.

  “So, we have enough to call him out on?” Ford fumes as he reads over my shoulder.

  “We still need to link him to the driver, the money, something. Clo’s going to need to see real evidence before we do anything.”

  “Why don’t we just confront him while the bugs are in the house and hope he says something that will nail him? If she hears it from the horse’s mouth…” he trails off.

  Damn, that’s not a bad idea.

  “What if he doesn’t say anything? Denies it all and demands we return his daughter?” Leo speaks our worst fear. There’s no way we’d send her back to him while he’s a suspect in all this, but we don’t want this to turn into something else entirely.

  “So, we do nothing like we’ve been doing this whole fucking time?” Ford scoffs.

  Frustration chips away at us all one by one.

  “I want Clo to be here because she chooses to be,” I utter, frowning, “not because we’re paid to watch her. We can tell her she’s more than a client until we’re blue in the face, but deep down, I can feel it in her words and her actions that it’s in the back of her mind that we’re still her security team. Paid by her father to keep her safe.”

  “She knows we’re more than that. Our world starts and stops with that girl,” Leo says, coming across the room to place a hand on my shoulder. “She knows we love her and this will all be over soon. We can start living our life how it should be.”

  “And how is that?” I ask, lifting a brow at him.

  “Together for real. No temporary sleepovers, no fucking Rachels living at the end of the road. A place we all call home,” Leo states, spilling his guts. “We’re a five now.”

  “I want to skip to that part.” Ford sighs. “I’m sick of worrying about what fucking Jack is up to.”

  Aren’t we fucking all.

  “Let’s give it one more week,” I tell them. “If we don’t get something by then, we clear out the bugs, present the findings we have so far, and hope he gets talkative.”

  “We could make him talk.” Ford grins evilly.

  “That’s a last resort,” I tell him with a chuckle. “If you want to be sharing Leo’s little fantasy with us, we should hold out on torturing our girl’s father.”

  “Right,” he agrees. “What about cameras?”

  “What?”

  “We bugged his office and cars, but what if we do cameras?” Ford suggests. “See what’s going on, not just in his office, but the entire house. Marjorie’s office, his campaign office, everywhere. Something’s got to happen. Give us a clue where to go from here.”

  “It would take a lot of high tech equipment to plant cameras all over the place,” I counter. “Small enough to not be detected.”

  “But it’s not impossible. We have all the security codes to the house,” Ford says, his features darkening. “His office and campaign office.”

  “We should run it by Seb first.”

  “Let’s go do that.”

  The stress of the week is getting to me. I’m tired as hell and grumpy, too. So, when I hear giggling, it lights a match inside me. I should be working on acquiring the tech we need for our new plan, but after roaming the house and not finding Ford, I give up. If these dicks are going to ignore work for the day and play with our girl, then I’m going to play too. I prowl down the hallway on a hunt for Clove. She’s in the master bedroom, curled up against Leo’s side, looking up at him as though he hangs the fucking moon. Seb lies behind her, stroking her hair—his massive form dwarfing hers reminding me of a lion taking care of his mate. She’s clothed, pity, and they’re all being playful and affectionate.

  It makes me want to storm in, strip her down, and turn her giggles into screams. My dick strains in my jeans, eager to do just that.

  Neither guy makes any moves to rip off her silky nightgown, despite the way she rubs against Leo’s hip, seeking out friction between her thighs. They’re either tired this morning or they’re deliberately holding out on her.

  “Morning, Zac,” she says in a husky voice. “Wanna cuddle?” The heat flaming in her eyes begs for more than cuddling.

  Being the freak I am, I prowl into the room, a new agenda forming quickly in my mind. “I don’t cuddle, brat,” I lie. I’ll do just about fucking anything with Clove. Even cuddle. She’s soft and smells so damn good. Cuddling is definitely a must with her. “I do like getting my dick sucked, though.”

  She bites on her plump bottom lip. “I’ll give you a cuddle suck.”

  Leo snorts. “A cuddle suck. What the hell is a cuddle suck?”

  “I don’t know,” Seb growls, “but I fucking want one.”

  Emboldened by the sudden change in the atmosphere, she sits up and pulls off her silky gown, revealing her full tits to us. Her rosy nipples are peaked and hard as stones. I want to bite one until she screams and then give her relief as I seek out the other to punish.

  “There will be no cuddle sucking this morning,” I tell her, my voice firm and authoritative. “I want to watch you take two dicks at once.”

  Her eyes widen and her pretty lips part. “Like fuck and suck?”

  Sebastian sits up, yanking off his shirt. “No, Clo,” he says with a deviant smirk, his own dick tenting the covers. “He wants you to take both my and Leo’s dicks at once.” His hand slides between her thighs. “Here and here.”

  “W-What do you mean? L-Like both places at the same time?” Despite her nerves, her honey-brown eyes seem to liquefy with lust.

  I walk over to the end table and pull out a bottle of lube. Wherever Ford went, I hope he picked up more at the store. We’re going to need it.

  Leo slides out of the bed and then sheds his clothes. His glimmering green eyes dart to mine as if to say, “Tell me where to go and I’m there.”

  I nod to the end of the bed. He sits on the edge before lying back. When he starts stroking his cock, he turns to look over at Clove. “Come have a seat, beautiful.”

  She sits up, shimmies out of her panties, and crawls down the bed. Seb and I both admire the nice round curve of her ass along the way. Before she gets to Leo, I motion for her to stop. Her eyes lift to mine, waiting for instruction like a good girl.

  “I need to get you nice and ready,” I tell her, my voice a low growl as I uncap the lube. I pour a healthy amount on my fingers before sliding between her
thighs. My fingers easily slip between the lips of her pussy, teasing at her clit. “Now I’m going to finger you nice and good, brat. Make sure you’re ready everywhere. But you have to stay still.”

  “Why?” she asks, her brows crashing together.

  Seb chuckles darkly. “Because he said so.”

  “And if I don’t?” she taunts back at me. “Are you going to spank me?”

  I shake my head slowly. Before she can question me, Seb is on his knees and swats at her perfect ass. “No, he will.”

  She cries out in surprise. “Oh,” she breathes, “I’ll try to be good then.”

  Liar, liar.

  Leo laughs as he lazily strokes his dick, watching the show. “And we all believe that, sweetheart,” he teases.

  While she’s distracted by Leo, I slide two fingers inside her. Her moan spurs me on and I have the third one inside her the next breath. Slowly, I fuck her pussy with three fingers. When she whimpers, rocking against my hand to seek a faster pace, Seb doesn’t disappoint. He slaps her ass with a punishing crack.

  “Ah!” she cries out, her pussy clenching in response.

  “Stay still for Zac,” Seb reminds her, rubbing away the hurt on her ass cheek.

  I fuck her with three fingers and then I add my pinky. Her tight hole protests against the strain of all four of my fingers to the knuckle. One day I think she could easily take two dicks in her tight little pussy. One day. But today she’s going to take my four fingers, she’s going to be still, and she’s going to like it.

  Her body quakes, earning her another spank to her ass. This time when she clenches, she whimpers.

  “I feel so full and stretched,” she moans. “It kind of hurts.”

  “It’s going to hurt when you have two big dicks stretching out both holes,” I remind her. “It’s going to make you scream. And, Clove, it makes my dick so fucking hard when you scream.”

  She rocks against my hand, earning another strike from Seb. Without warning, I slide my fingers out of her pussy and push one into her ass. Her scream is of surprise. “Zac!”