He shrugs, his eyes staying glued to hers. “What? I licked her, so she’s mine now.” He gently caresses her cheek, but she winces, pulling away. His smile instantly drops as a look of murder crosses his face. “Who did that?” he seethes.
I nod toward him. “Dex has already taken care of it.”
Pete looks at them, then swears. “Fuck, I'd better pull him out of his blood rage.”
“We need to go,” I say, eyeing the men still coming for us. Jagger’s been holding most of them off so far, but there seems to be more arriving, as if they are sleeping somewhere else in the building and were woken by the noise.
Pete grabs Dex’s arm and ducks just in time to miss a punch from his other hand. “It’s me, dipshit!” Pete yells, then points over to us. “We need to get Wren somewhere safe, come on.”
Dex blinks, and his eyes change back to normal, the anger gone, now just determination glinting there instead. “Right.” He looks at his blood-soaked hands and uses thedead man’s shirt to clean them off before standing, his fist connecting with another biker as he makes his way to us.
Pete takes the lead, slicing the throat of anyone who gets within his reach. Jagger follows him, and Dex takes up the rear as we all but run from the building to our SUV.
Pete jumps in the driver’s seat, and Dex practically vaults into the back, turning and holding his arms out to take her. “Gimme.”
I roll my eyes but quickly pass her over, knowing we don’t have time to argue.
“Sly, you have the phone? I need you up here to navigate,” Pete calls over his shoulder. I climb into the passenger seat as Jagger jumps in the back and closes the door.
Pete tears from the parking lot, laughing like a madman as gunshots ring out around us.
“If they had guns, why did they wait until now to use them?” Dex asks, and I shrug, pulling up the GPS on the phone so I can navigate us out of here.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Wren curled up in Dex’s arms, her eyes closed as she leans against his chest, looking so tiny compared to his giant frame.
I can’t believe we actually found her.
CHAPTER TEN
WREN
This is the strangest dream I’ve ever had. First, I was kidnapped by a bunch of bikers, then my penpals busted the door down and started killing everyone. Sly said something incredibly sweet, then they took me away, rescuing me from that horrible place.
I’m pleased my nightmare has finally turned around. Being curled up in dream Dex’s lap is much better than being with those bikers. He’s much bigger than I typically envision him, much warmer, too.
I wonder if this would turn into one of my usual dreams of them, where they kiss me and do things that make me wake up with a strange longing deep in my stomach. I never knew what they did, though, as when I woke, the dreams were fuzzy. All I remembered were the kisses, and their hands running over my body, then… nothing.
Dream Dex pushes a piece of hair behind my ear before his hand trails down my side gently. I let out a sigh of contentment. “That feels nice.”
“You like that, baby?”
“Mmm hmm,” I mumble as his hand trails up and down soothingly.
“I thought she was asleep?” another male asks.
“Can’t sleep in a dream,” I mumble, trying to snuggle in closer.
Dex’s hand stops moving as he asks, “Dream?”
“Mmm. A good one, too. Don’t stop.” I tap his hand and open my eyes to look up at him.
A huge grin covers his face as he looks down at me. “You dream about me, baby?”
“Obviously. But less talking, more touching.”
“With pleasure,” He starts to move his hand again, but someone behind me grabs his arm, stopping him. I can’t see who it is, but when Dex looks at him, his shoulders drop, and he nods. “You’re right.” He looks back down at me and shrugs. “Sorry, baby, he’s right, no touching until you’re fully awake.”
I take a second to study his face, realizing that for the first time, my dream is actually showing me clear images of them. Normally, they are blurry with no distinct features, like my mind can’t decide what they look like. But not this time.
