How to break my father’s messages.
I bolted awake, sitting up with a gasp, untangling the arms and legs wrapped around me on the small, demolished cot. Warwick jerked up with me, his body tense and ready to attack.
“Ahhh,” a voice cried, and I felt something tumble into my lap. I yanked at the sheet, covering myself. My lids blinked, seeing Opie scrambling to stand up. “Dammit, Fishy! Warn a brownie before you do that. I almost left fudge stains!” He was in a leather-and-lace bodice and thong, with bright red lips, his hair still in Mohawk, and gold glitter all over. A product of Kitty’s.
Chirp.
I twisted my head to see Bitzy on the pillow between Warwick and me, flipping me off. The butt plug strapped onto her head wobbled around with her indignation. Her face had streaks of glitter, her lower half in a leather diaper.
Right then, I couldn’t even focus on their outfits.
I scrambled out of bed, grabbing for my clothes.
“What’s wrong?” Warwick asked.
“I know . . .”
“Know what?” He rose, leaning on his forearm, watching me get dressed, his free hand rubbing his nose. “Why do I smell lube?”
Chirrrp?Bitzy peered around innocently, her ears going down, eyes wide, motioning to Opie.
“That was all her!” Opie pointed back at her, his head waggling. “I just used it to warm my toes.”
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!She flung her fingers at Opie.
“I did not stick my toes in Fishy’s ears!”
“What?” My hands went up, rubbing them.
“She’s kidding.” Opie swished his hand.
Bitzy looked at me deadpan, her head shaking in “no, I’m not.”
“Seriously, gross.” I used my shoulders to rub my ears as I yanked on my boots.
“I swear, imp...” Warwick growled. “If those bony fingers get anywhere near me again... I’m biting them off, using them as toothpicks, and then showing you where the thing on your head is really meant to go.”
“Warwick!” I stood back up, dressed, yanking his attention back to me. “I know how to break my father’s code.” I tossed his pants to him. “Get up.”
He shoved the blankets away, jumping out of bed.
Even in this moment, I couldn’t help but gape at his unbelievable physique, his muscles flexing and moving under his inked skin. The memory of how it felt over me... inside me.
Chhhiiiiiiirrrpppp. Bitzy let out almost a breathy whistle.
“Yeah...” Opie sighed. “That is the largest and thickest vacuum hose I’veeverseen.”
Warwick snorted, his heavy gaze on me while he yanked up his trousers.
“Keep looking at me like that, Kovacs, and the only thing we’re gonna do is break the bed into more pieces.” He strolled up to me, tucking strands of tangled hair behind my ear, his heat and lust encompassing me.
He laughed at my hesitation, kissing me quickly, and twisted me around, pushing me for the door. “Later, I’m fucking you in the shower.”
My chest expanded, my thighs tightening at the idea, but I had to shake it off. This was far more important right now.
The clock on the wall read 9 a.m. The hallways were sprinkled with people moving around, the workout room and dining area buzzing with life as we moved to the operations room.
Ling sat at one of the stations, the journal in front of her, scribbling something on a piece of paper next to it. Her head rose when we neared.
