“There are a bunch of rocks around the garden that I can pick up and use to hit someone.”
“Excellent, anything else?”
I see an old rake leaning beside the shed and tilt my head. “Well, there’s that old rake, but I don’t think I could swing that fast enough to do any damage.”
“You’re probably right, but you could turn it lethal. Snap it in half. I’d do that over my knee, but you probably want to lay it over something, like a large rock, hold down one side, and stomp on the other so it snaps. It will probably give you a sharp edge. It’s also possible, if you have more time, try and sharpen the existing end into a sharp point. It just depends on your circumstances.”
“Did you do a lot of stuff like this in the past?” I ask him curiously.
He nods. “When I was on the streets, yeah. I was too young to buy a weapon, so I made my own. I made a shiv in prison, too. From my toothbrush.”
“Did you ever use it on anyone?”
“Nah, I would have if I needed to, but generally fighting with your fists was a safer bet.”
“I’m not sure I’d be any good at either.”
“You don’t need to be,” he says, moving closer to grab my hands and squeeze them. “You’ve got us now.” I give him a strained smile, and he pulls me in for a hug. “Seriously, Wren. We’re gonna look after you. I’m just teaching you this stuff to make you feel safer. And in case the worst happens.”
I hug him back and burrow my head in his chest. I’m not sure what his worst-case scenario is, but mine is them being killed. Anything else, we can get through. If they go to prison again, I’ll just have to break them out.
When I walk into the living room, I find Jagger, Pete, Dex,and Sly standing huddled together, whispering, but as soon as they see me, they stop talking.
“What’s going on?” I ask nervously.
Pete grins as Jagger moves to wrap an arm around my shoulder. “Nothing, just talking about what we’re going to do while Elias reviews all the data he collected earlier.”
Having some alone time with Elias in the SUV had given me some insight into what he does. He showed me how he hacked into Robert’s feeds. None of the cameras were equipped with audio, but we did get a lot of footage that showed how many men are there and where the cameras are.
Elias said he has an idea, but he needs to review the footage and hack into some more FBI files before he can figure out a full plan. He closed himself off in his bedroom so we won’t distract him.
“Where are we going?” I ask as Jagger pulls me down the hall into the large bedroom I haven’t slept in.
“Would you like to watch a movie with me?”he signs before grabbing the TV remote.
I eye the TV, and my mind flashes to images of porn. “What sort of movie?” I ask before biting my lip nervously, excitement humming through my veins.
“I’d love to know where your mind just went,”he signs, his heated eyes trailing up and down my body.
I kneel on the bed, keeping my eyes glued to his as I answer honestly. “Just wondering if you’re giving me another lesson? It’s been a while since I’ve had one.”
He glances at the open door as if considering something, then he quickly moves over and pushes it shut. My heart beats wildly with excitement as he slowly moves to stand in front of me, lifting his hands to sign,“Is there something you had in mind?”
There’s something about Jagger that makes me feel extremely relaxed and at ease. I love all my guys, and I know they all plan to stay with me, but there is something about Jagger’s calm, silent presence that makes me fully believe with all my heart that nothing can come between us. That no matter what happens, we’ll always have each other.
That gives me the confidence to reach forward and hook my fingers in his belt loops and pull him closer as I whisper, “I love you, Jagger.”
I’ve signed it to him before, but I’ve never spoken the words aloud, not to him, so when he reaches up and cups my face, his eyes boring into mine, I bite my lip nervously.
He mouths the words back to me silently before his lips touch mine. He tilts my head to give himself a better angle as he kisses me slowly. I try to speed it up, my fingers digging into the front of his T-shirt, but he doesn’t let me change his pace. The slowness just adds to my desire as I moan against him, but he refuses to move faster.
After a few minutes, I feel desperate and needy, and I pull my mouth from his as I beg, “Please, Jagger. I want you.” He stares at me a moment before wrapping his arms around my back and lifting me off my knees, moving me to the center of the bed, and lying me carefully on my back.
He kneels between my legs and slowly pushes them apart as he slides his hands up, flipping my skirt up as he goes. He runs a thumb down my slit, over my panties, and I gasp. “Yes!”
He watches me as he pulls my panties aside and starts caressing my clit in slow, tantalizing circles.
“Dios mio!” I exclaim, my hands fisting in the sheets as my head tilts back, instantly feeling overwhelmed by the sensation.
