I can’t stop my gaze from traveling down her perfect body. She’s wearing tight black leggings that show off every curve, a tight white crop top, and a short black leather jacket over top. I wanted to beveryhands-on with her. It’d been almost five days since I got to make her come on my tongue, and it was killing me not to throw her down and see how fast I could have her moaning my name.
Glancing up, I see Elias still standing nearby, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at me.Fucking cockblocker.
I can appreciate the value Elias brings to our team. Being at this safe house is way better than any hotel, plus he has insider knowledge of all our enemies, not to mention his FBI training has its advantages, too.
But it’s becoming blatantly clear he isn’t willing to just sit at the side and be a platonic part of this group, even if that’s exactly what he has been so far. I know the looks he sends Wren’s way are in no wayplatonic. The man dedicated his entire adult life to her; he was obviously smitten. I just worry about what will happen when she clues into that.
She’s known him her whole life; would she let him sweep her off her feet and leave us all behind? I don’t think she would do that, but it’s hard not to worry. I refuse to lose her.
And that meant keeping him at arm's length from her.
Taking a deep breath, I tell my boner to behave as I move behind her, my chest pressed to her back as I place a different knife in her right hand, then close mine over hers. “I’m going to show you how to move.” I turn my head to Elias and beckon him closer.
When he’s standing in front of us, I use our hands to point the knife at him. “You can slice your enemy anywhere, and it’s going to hurt, but a few places have more impact than others. Can you guess where?”
“The neck?” she asks, pointing it at Elias’s neck.
“That’s right, what else?”
She takes a second before she answers this time. “The eyes and the groin?”
“The eyes are a definite yes. As we are talking about slashing and not stabbing, I wouldn’t suggest the groin; you won’t get a good angle to do much damage, and normally, there is more material protecting that area. You want to aim for areas that will bleed a lot. Up the arm.” I mimic the slash a few inches away from Elias’s arm. “You could do the leg, too, but depending on what sort of pants they are wearing, it might be hard to cut through.”
She nods, and I continue. “But when it comes to stabbing, it gets a little more fun.”
“Fun?” Elias asks in disbelief.
I nod excitedly. “Yep, there’s nothing more fun than stabbing your enemy and watching his eyes widen in shock!” I tilt my nose to Wren as I add, “Well, I can think of a few things that are much more fun. But in terms of fighting, this is my favorite.”
“I can’t believe you have a favorite way of hurting people,” Elias says with a shake of his head, but it just makes my grin grow wider.
“Have you ever killed anyone?” Wren asks him as casually as if asking how he likes his coffee.
God, I fucking love this woman.
I wrap my free arm further around her waist and press a kiss to her neck in that spot she loves just below her ear, while we wait for Elias to reply.
He tries, and fails, not to watch where I touch her before he finally nods. “I killed one of Ivan’s men the other day.”
“That was your first kill?” I ask, lifting my head in surprise. He nods, a small pinch between his brows as he watches me, as if unsure about my reaction. “Dude, you should have told us! We should celebrate!”
“Celebrate?” he asks in disbelief.
“Of course! The first is always the hardest.” I unwrap myself from Wren and grab her hand, tugging her toward the back door of the safe house we finally made it to in Montana a few hours ago.
The three of us hadn’t even fully explored it yet, as we decided there was no time to waste on self-defense lessons.
I shove open the back door, finding theothers scattered around the open kitchen and living room. “Boys, tonight we’re celebrating!”
“Why?” Sly asks, suspicious as always.
“Because I just found out our pal Elias here had his first kill the other day!” They all look at him in surprise, and he bristles, crossing his arms over his chest in defense.
“What? You know it’s not normal to kill people, right? And I don’t think you should be teaching Wren that it’s something to celebrate.”
“I’m not a child,” she argues back, making me grin as I wrap myself around her again, her back to my chest. I can’t stop touching her lately. Not just because she was taken again, but because I’m constantly wanting to be close to her. If it weren’t for Elias, I would make her come a dozen times every day, just to watch her writhe around in ecstasy.
“I know you’re not, but it doesn’t mean they should be acting like murder is normal,” Elias replies, shaking me out of my deliciously dirty thoughts.
