Finlin was ensuring that by not saying Hopper’s name she wouldn’t come out and reveal she knew him and he was part of her past, but then agent Ferrow cleared his throat and looked back at Thylane.
“There is still a lot to figure out. We’ll get to the bottom of things, and we’ll catch our target. Your safety is our priority, and we want to ensure that you’ll be protected fully. We would like for you to come with us, to a safe house, where we can go over possible information you know or might have been privy to working on that painting at Foley’s.”
“What?” Finlin asked.
“She doesn’t need a safe house. She isn’t being hunted by anyone. We can protect her here,” Cesar stated.
“There are things we need to discuss. Aspects of this case and why Foley’s, of all places, you decided to take a job painting a mural, especially just as a man like Yorkshire comes into town in disguise.”
“What exactly are you insinuating, Agent Ferrow? Are you trying to say that I’m assisting this terrorist you’re looking for?” She raised her voice.
“We have questions to ask you.”
She stood up. “Get real. I may not know exactly what is happening here, but I have rights. I don’t know a damn thing about this terrorist or why I’m even being questioned right now, but I’ll tell you one thing for sure. I don’t trust you. I don’t believe a goddamn word you’re saying, and do you want to know why? Because you sent one of your agents, obviously not an experienced one for him to get picked out in one night, into a situation where you already had a highly trained undercover operative. You got your man killed. That means death is connected to you, so excuse me if I decline your little offer of safety. I’ll take my chances right here in Repose with a sheriff, his deputies, and men who are part of Sons of Justice. Now, unless you decided to tell the truth and be upfront with me instead of spewing me bullshit, you can leave. I’m packing and ready.”
She raised up her sweatshirt, showing off not only her thirty-six caliber but her taut abs before she let it fall down and then went and stood between Cesar and Finlin.
Agent Ferrow stood up. “This isn’t how it works, Thylane. You will need to come to our office and answer questions we have. We’ll need to go over if and when you can return to Foley’s to finish your job. Especially since Yorkshire showed an interest in you.”
“What questions would she need to answer?” Cesar asked.
“Yeah, ask them now,” Pisces said and moved closer to Thylane, placed his hands on her shoulders, and squeezed.
She leaned back against him for support. It was automatic, and then his one hand slid along her hip and held her close. She was still next to Finlin and Cesar.
One of the other agents pulled out his cell phone and answered it.
“Okay, we’re on our way.” He ended the call. “That was Rourke. We need to handle the situation with McCormick, and the guys are having difficulty with Foley at the pub.”
“You don’t seriously think that Mitchim and his cousins and brothers are involved with this still, do you?” Finlin asked.
Pisces gripped her hip, and she leaned back against him, feeling his body tighten behind her, and she didn’t know why, but she placed her hand over his.
“That isn’t your concern since you’re no longer involved. If they are connected, then they’ll go down with Yorkshire and anyone else who has helped him. Miss Mosely, we’ll be in touch. Plan on answering those questions tomorrow, at my office. I’ll send Roth for you at noon time.” He and the four agents walked out of the house.
“What a dickhead,” one of the other guys said, and they all chuckled.
“You aren’t kidding, J.T.,” Rusty said, and as she went to step away from Pisces, he held her close then whispered into her ear, “You handled that agent like a pro.” His lips touched her skin, causing her body to instantly react. Her nipples hardened, her belly tightened, and she shivered slightly then turned to face him. Pisces was over six feet three and super solid with muscles. His expression was hard, unreadable, and his eyes a dark chocolate color that didn’t quite match his much darker hair.
“Not like a pro. It only took one time dealing with federal agents to know that they only care about themselves and what they’re after. Nothing else matters.”
“What do you need us to do, Finlin, Cesar?” one of the other men asked. She looked at him.
“Right now our priority will be keeping watch over Thylane to ensure that she’s safe, Luke. Oh, Thylane, I don’t think you’ve met J.T. and his team. That’s Cole, Farrow, and Luke.”
“Pleasure to meet ya, ma’am.” Luke winked at her. She picked up on his southern accent, as well as his team’s.
“Nice to meet you.” She looked at Cesar. “What is the plan, Cesar?”
“I’m leaving that up to Finlin. You’ll be safe here.” He gave her a wink.
“But, couldn’t I stay with one of my friends, like maybe Brazille or someone?”
“No can do. We can and will protect you here,” Finlin stated.
“Okay, it’s late. I know Spartan will talk to security, and Thylane will be safest on the compound. We’ll touch base in the morning before that Agent Roth comes to pick up Thylane,” Cesar said.
“We’ll take of things on our end and work out the information on that situation with Thylane, her father, and uncle. We’ll find out who those two men were that held her and her cousin hostage,” Spartan said.
“Why? Do you think there’s a connection there or something?” she asked Spartan.
“We need to do our own investigating now that we’re involved with this. Just in case Yorkshire identified Finlin. He doesn’t leave loose ends,” John added, and she swallowed hard and then looked at Finlin.
He was straight-faced as he shook the men’s hands and they all left, leaving her completely alone with Stack, Finlin, Pisces, and Rusty. When she felt the arm go around her waist, she gasped and then Stack hugged her.
“Thank God you’re okay. Don’t be scared. We’ll work this all out. We’ll protect you.”
She swallowed hard, and that uneasy feeling hit her gut. She liked them, all four men, but she knew they weren’t the commitment types. She should be pushing him away and establishing some ground rules here, but he had a different plan.
Stack turned her around, wrapped one thick, hard arm around her waist, and used his other hand to slide up under her hair, and then he kissed her. Just like that, his mouth was over hers, his hands holding her close, and she moaned into his mouth.
It was instant. The connection, the desire, and she didn’t resist, despite her conversation with herself about staying clear of him and the others. He gripped her hair and head snuggly and then ran his other hand from around her waist to her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh.
“Goddamn, Stack,” Finlin said, and she started to pull back, remembering the audience, and as Stack slowly released her lips, Finlin grabbed the front of her hooded sweatshirt and pulled her toward him.
Stack released her, and a second later, Finlin made the same move Stack had. He slid a hand to her hair and head and one to her waist as his mouth descended upon hers. She gripped his waist, felt not only his gun he had hidden but the hard dips and ridges of muscle. He ran his other hand up under her sweatshirt and the tank top she wore and then down into her sweats to her ass. He squeezed, and she started to pull back, realizing things were going way too fast. He must have sensed her need to slow things down, as he slowly released her lips but then trailed his mouth along her jaw to her neck.
“Oh God, what the hell are we doing?” she asked.
“Exploring the attraction we’ve been avoiding,” Pisces said, and Finlin released her to Pisces. He immediately reached for her sweatshirt. “Get this off of you. I want to see you like we did when we entered your bedroom.”
She raised her arms up as he removed her hoodie. She still wore the tank top minus a bra because they had been in a rush to get here to their home, to safety. “Fucking beautiful.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist then cupped her jaw and cheek and kissed her. As he plunged his tongue into her mouth, she felt the second set of hands on her hips behind her. A hand, Rusty’s, removed her gun, pulling it from her waistband, and then that hand came back and smoothed under her top and right to her breast.
“Holy fuck,” he said, and she moaned as he cupped her breast, tried to fit the whole mound in his one large hand and couldn’t while Pisces continued to deepen the kiss. When she felt his hand slide down into her boy short panties, she pulled back.
“Oh God, it’s too much.
“The fuck it is,” Rusty said and suckled against her neck while he continued to cup her breast and pinch the nipple.
She felt her pussy cream as she gasped from the foreign sensations. When Pisces started pushing her sweats down, she knew she needed to slow these men down, but holy crap, it felt so good. They were each so commanding and moaning and wildly sexy. Their hands were big, hard, possessive against her skin, and she loved it. Was turned on by them.
Rusty turned her, sliding his hand from her breast to her waist then her back as Pisces pushed her pants down, and then Rusty cupped her jaw and kissed her next. She raised her leg up against his side, and his other hand slid along her ass and lifted her up, making her straddle his waist. The second her mound hit his hard hips and jeans, the significant difference in size and how manly and capable they each were attacked her senses. She gripped his hair and head and kissed him back. His one hand slid back under her top to her breast, and the other went into her boy short panties to the crack of her ass and right to her pussy. She pulled back.
“Oh God wait. Wait,” she exclaimed.
He was breathing heavily, and one look at his eyes and she saw the desire, the want and need. She glanced at the others, and holy shit, they were unbuttoning their shirts.
“We have to stop. This isn’t right. This is too fast. I hardly know you guys. I…I…oh God,” she said as just the tip of his thick finger pushed into her wet cunt and she felt her pussy spasm. She gripped his shoulders, and she heard their response as they surely realized she’d come from their ministrations and from the sight of their sexiness and commanding ways. She hugged Rusty’s neck, and he walked her toward the couch and sat down. She didn’t look up. She was embarrassed, and then she felt the hands caressing her back and then her thighs.
“Hey, it’s okay. It was hot and the sexiest thing ever,” Rusty told her, all macho like. Hell, like a man used to making women come just from a little make-out session and one damn stroke. Well, a hot make-out session.
“Shoot me now,” she said on an exhale and then heard the chuckle.
* * * *
Rusty held her snugly against his chest and caressed her back. Thylane was super sexy and so damn beautiful he felt protective and possessive of her. From the moment they’d walked into her bedroom at her place and seen how sexy and well endowed she was, he knew he wanted her. To kiss her, to explore her body, and then to make her his woman. It was instant, like a shock to his system, but then to get her back to their place and to learn her past, the experience she had, he was done for. She was amazing, assertive in dealing with the agents, and trained as she showed off her gun with gusto. It was hot, sexy, and he had a feeling there was a lot more to learn about Thylane.
He caressed her thighs as Stack fell to the couch next to her. He leaned back and watched her then ran his palm up and down her arm.
“Hey, gorgeous, talk to us,” he said to her.
She pulled back, but her eyes were still closed, and her tank top dipped so low he could see her breasts, and her thighs were super fucking toned and sexy. He couldn’t help but to run his palms up to her hips of these things she wore that were a combination of panties and tiny shorts. He could hardly breathe he was so aroused.
“Okay, we need to calm down here and process why this happened,” she said and then swallowed as she fixed her top.
Stack took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles. “It was bound to happen. No need to overanalyze it.”
She looked at him, and Rusty hadn’t expected the tears. “Don’t, Stack. Please don’t treat me like the other women you guys have had throwing themselves at you and screwing you just because you’re hot and soldiers. Don’t,” she said firmly.
He lifted up, still holding her hand, and then slid that hand up her arm to her shoulder then under her hair. He gave it a tug. “Baby, you got us all wrong. All fucking wrong, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let a bunch of bullshit fucking rumors ruin this thing starting between all of us.”
Stack slid his palm up her ribs, and she looked at him. “Thylane, we know this is different.”
Pisces and Finlin sat down on the coffee table behind her, and Stack held her as she turned to look at them. Pisces and Finlin looked so fucking serious he worried that they would scare her.
“No women have broken into our home ever. That was a bullshit rumor that started months ago, and we ignored it and let it ride instead of denying it ever happened and squashing it,” Pisces told her.
“And Cindy?” she asked.
“That was my fault,” Stack said to her.
She squinted at him and Rusty stroked a little higher up her ribs to her breast. Her lips parted, and she tightened her grip and forearm, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she stared at Stack.
“I was drunk. Just got back from an intense mission, was wounded and feeling…things,” he said to her. “I wound up bringing a bunch of people back here, and if it wasn’t for my brothers here, well, things would have been worse.”
“Cindy came on to all of us. Started pulling off his clothes—”
“Oh God, please spare me the details.” She covered her face with her hands, and Rusty lowered his hands to her hips and gave them a shake.
“Listen to the story. To the truth,” he commanded in a firm tone that seemed to make her tighten up. She uncovered her face and stared at him then looked at Pisces, who had started to explain further.
“She started pulling off his clothes when Rusty, Finlin, and I stopped her,” Pisces told her.
“Then she came on to us. It was a fucking shit show, but we got her out of the house and the group of other drunk assholes,” Finlin stated.
“This happened here?” She looked toward the hallway and the stairs leading to bedrooms. Rusty cupped her cheek and shook his head.
“No, we were off the campground, not living here yet, as we were all finishing up different assignments. I was the last one to finish up a mission before we would make the move. Those last two weeks was a fucking blur and a mess of rumors and gaining these reputations with women and chaos,” Stack told her.
“So you’re not as experienced with women?” she asked.
Rusty licked his lips. “Darling, we’re men, soldiers in our thirties, we’d be lying if we said that.” He stroked her cheek and her jaw as her face flushed. She started to push up off his lap, but he gripped her hip.
“How ’bout you? Broken a lot of hearts?” he asked her, and when her eyes welled up with tears and she shook her head, his gut clenched and he squinted at her.
“I think I should get up and get dressed.”
“No, no, no, you look perfect right here, just like this,” Stack said and then eyed over her breasts.
“I shouldn’t be sitting here like this with four men I hardly know.”
“You know us,” Stack said to her.
“Just barely, and I’ve spent the most time with Finlin and didn’t even know it because of his disguise.” She slid up off of Rusty’s lap. He watched her fix her top and then look around for her sweatpants and hoodie, but then Finlin reached out and pulled her between his legs as he sat on the edge of the wooden coffee table. He stroked her thighs as she grabbed onto his shoulders. Rusty had a perfect view of her ass and thighs and was completely turned on by how large Finlin’s hands looked against her skin and between his legs. Again that protective instinct was bubbling inside
of him.
* * * *
Finlin held Thylane’s gaze as he stroked her skin and made her stand between his legs. He inhaled her scent, that shampoo and light enticing fragrance.
“I was so damn worried about you tonight. About how Yorkshire made plans on meeting you Saturday, despite me being right there and making plans with you for Friday. To know what kind of a monster he is and that his eyes were on you really pissed me off.”
She stared at him then ran her hand along his beard and squinted into his eyes.
“I knew these were contacts. I couldn’t understand when you talked to me at Foley’s each time why you seemed familiar to me. I was so confused.”
“Come on. Help me out.” He stood up, took her hand, and led her from the room. As she turned around to look at the others, they squinted, probably wondering what he was doing. He brought her into the bathroom.
He pulled what he needed from the cabinet below as he took out a bag and found the things to remove the makeup, but he removed the contacts first, and she watched him. He turned to look at her, and she stared up into his eyes and then smiled. She reached up.
“I thought they were a chocolate brown with a hint of green in there,” she said as if she had been staring at his eyes long before the contacts. He gripped her chin and stared right back at her.
“And I knew yours were the greenest, most gorgeous color I had ever seen. They draw me in, make me feel content.” He pressed closer and kissed her lips. He wanted her close. He wanted her hands on him. He pulled back and snagged her around her waist then lifted her up onto the counter. “Help me out.” He handed her the tube of cream that would quickly loosen the glue on the beard, and they worked together to get it off of his face. In the mirror, he saw the reflection of his brother Pisces standing there watching.
As Finlin began to remove the disguise, Pisces stepped closer and placed his hand on the counter right next to Thylane’s leg. She reached up and pulled off some of the beard, and Finlin removed the rest of it. When he washed his face, she handed him a towel, and he wiped himself clean then looked at her.
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