He pulls the blanket over us and nudges me back to his chest as Sly curves himself around my back. He’s made me wear it every night since I was taken. If he’s not in the bedwith me, it goes on someone else's ankle. At first, I complained, saying I might need to use the bathroom, but they all agreed I had to wake them if I did, since getting up in the night is how I ended up being kidnapped in the first place.
I snuggle closer to Dex, silently grateful for his leash as he kisses the top of my head. We both sigh in contentment as I grow sleepy.
We all take a few deep breaths as we get settled. Sly’s hand moves to my hip, his mouth pressed against my neck as he tells me, “You did really well, little bird. We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
“Uh uh,” I say around a yawn. “Felt so good.”
“I didn’t push you too far?”
I chuckle softly against Dex’s chest. “Not far enough.”
He squeezes my hip, and I can almost feel him smile against my neck. “You’re trouble. Maybe I shouldn’t call you little bird anymore. I should call you little vixen.”
“Seems fitting,” Dex mumbles, his hand stroking my back and soothing me into sleepiness.
“Good night, Sly. Good night, Dex,” I mumble as my mind starts to drift off into sleep.
“Night, baby.”
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
WREN
Iwake to the sound of birds chirping, and my eyes fly open with fear. Am I back home with Robert?
I glance around, and the light coming through the curtains shows me a room I don’t recognize. When my eyes land on a half-open closet door, I freeze in fear as memories from a long time ago start to resurface. Feeling something move beside me, I gasp, my eyes shooting to—Dex. My shoulders drop in relief.
“Are you okay?” Sly asks from my other side as he yawns and sits up beside me.
“Yeah, I just forgot where I was for a minute,” I tell him, carefully avoiding looking at the closet.
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his side in a comforting embrace. “You’re okay, Wren. You’re with us now. You’re safe.”
I nod, taking a moment to let my heartbeat slow to its normal pace.
“Are you hungry? We didn’t have a chance to check out the food situation last night.”
“I could eat,” I tell him, lifting my watch to see it’s a little after nine in the morning.
He pulls the blanket down, and when he sees the cuff on my ankle, he makes a noise that’s a cross between a huff of amusement and a grunt of displeasure.
He undoes it, then attaches my end to Dex’s other ankle, pressing his finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet as I try to hold in my chuckle.
We stand together, and he pulls on some pants, then he gestures across the hall to the open door. “Why don’t you brush your teeth, then go see if either of them are awake? I’ll go explore our food situation.”
I nod eagerly, quickly brushing and using the bathroom before I zip across the hall into one of the other bedrooms, eager to see my other two men.
When I see the tattoo-covered back and short brown hair, I know I’m in Jagger’s room.
Biting my lip, I tiptoe to the bed and slowly climb on it, hoping to sneak in a cuddle. But I should have known better than to think I could go unnoticed by Jagger.
One second, I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, crawling toward him in stealth mode, the next I‘m on my back, his body caging mine against the bed.
“Good morning, Jagger,” I squeak out, then offer him a big smile, hoping he’s not too mad I tried to sneak up on him.
His eyes zero in on my mouth, and my smile slowly fades as my amusement turns to something more heated. Slowly, as if waiting for me to pull away, he lowers his lips to mine. I expect it to be a chaste kiss, but when I part my lips, and his tongue touches mine, a rumble comes from his chest, something akin to a growl as he starts kissing me harder.
