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“They come here acting like we are the bad guys when if we didn’t fight, so many innocents would have been lost,” I fumed. “How can they see what happened and only see the black and white of it all?”

“Because that is how they were trained. The world is a set of rules, good and evil, while we live in a world of gray. Things are never cut and dry when you look under the surface, but they don’t have the autonomy to do that,” Cognac shared, running his fingers soothingly through my hair that was getting far too long for my liking.

“How the fuck did Cam make it through their training? He is the most gray person I know,” I rambled, trying to keep from getting too emotional. I’d cried once today after finding out Eagle was alive. I didn’t need to do that shit again because of some stupid FBI agent.

“Do any of us really want to know the answer to that? I feel like out of anything we know that could get us arrested or thrown in jail,” Cognac said with a chuckle. “Come on. I have an idea of what might make you feel better.”

“Is there someone you have tied to a chair I can stab?” I mumbled, letting him lead me by the hand into the darkness behind a garage.

Cognac let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, I suppose that would make you feel better, but this idea is a little less… messy.”

“If you say so.” I sighed.

We didn’t have to go far before I spotted what he wanted to show me. It reminded me of when I’d first arrived and found out they had a pool. A smile grew on my lips and as the soft light from within the water glowed invitingly, begging me to jump in.

“I’m not skinny dipping,” I warned as I shoved my shorts down.

Cognac’s face turned serious for a second. “Damn straight you’re not showing off that hot little body of yours to anyone but us. Fuck, if the others found out, I’m not sure what would happen.”

“And we’ll never find out because I’m in enough trouble with them as it is,” I pointed out and dove into the water.

Chapter two

Cognac

Watching Dax glide through the water wearing a T-shirt and underwear was mouth-watering and tortuous in the best way possible. My loba was so full of passion, and she didn’t even realize it. As she bitched out that agent, all I could think about was how proud I was that she was our woman. Dax, the fierce queen that she was, submitted to no man, woman, government, or evil that stood in her way from keeping her people safe. It was mesmerizing to watch, and I wanted to see it for the rest of my life.

People like Sally back at the hospital might not understand why we all choose to love the same woman, but it was easy for me to see. Who wouldn’t love someone filled with fire, willing to run into battle without fear, just to ensure the enemy was vanquished? That was the woman I held in my heart, even if she was batshit crazy and tended to stab first, asking questions later. Who didn’t like a little danger in their romance?

“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or are you getting in?” Dax asked, her voice bringing me back to the moment.

I flashed her a sultry smile and grabbed the back of my shirt. “Can you blame me for getting distracted seeing my woman all wet and waiting for me?”

She groaned and rolled her eyes, acting like she didn’t enjoy my flirting. “Just make sure you keep your boxers on. No one gets to see the goods but me.”

“Oh, would someone get jealous?” I asked, slipping into the pool. “What would have happened if I didn’t wear boxers?”

She swam up to me and wrapped her legs around my waist, a dangerous look in her eye. “Well, either you’d be swimming in your jeans, or I’d be plucking out someone's eyeballs.”

“Even after you just saved them?” I pressed, curious how far she would take this.

Her lips pressed against mine in a whisper of a kiss. “In a heartbeat,” she murmured. “I don’t share what’s mine no matter what the circumstances are. Think you can live with that?”

A growl erupted from my throat, and I caught her bottom lip with my teeth and sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue over it. “I love when you get possessive. It’s fucking hot,” I shared. “You own us as much as we own you. What more could a man ask for?”

“I’m not sure what a man would ask for, but I know what I want right now,” she said, rubbing her pussy over my rock-hard cock, only our underwear separating us. “Question is… how bold are you?”

“Oh, loba, that is not a challenge you want to make with me,” I said, sliding a hand up the front of her shirt, palming her breast. “How far are you willing to let me go?”

“I suppose we’ll just have to find out, now won’t we?” she challenged, dropping a hand into the water to push down my boxers and let my cock free.

I groaned as she gripped it tightly in her hand, not moving it, just applying pressure around the tip, grinning at me. “Two can play that game, you know.” Her head fell back as I pinched her nipple, pulling it until her skin stopped giving to my efforts. “Do you like that, loba, the bite of pain as pleasure floods your body?”

“Yes.” She gasped as I let her nipple slip through my fingers and tugged harder.

Shoving up her shirt, I dipped my head to capture the other breast in my mouth, using my teeth to scrape along the raised bud. Then I locked my lips around it and sucked sharply, wondering if I might be able to make a hickey around her nipple. Dax’s hold on my cock got tighter, and her nails dug into my back as she thrashed under my lips. Curious just how far I could push her, I tugged on her other nipple with my free hand.

“Fuck yes,” Dax yelled, her hips grinding into me as her body instinctively knew what it needed. “More, I need more,” she begged.