Page 161 of Their Wicked Secrets: Untouched, Vol 5 of 6

Nico’s knuckle brushes under my chin, keeping me from looking away. “Promise me.”

Eli worried about this too. That I would let them continue to push me, even past my breaking point. He’s not wrong. I want them. I want what they do to me. I want it all.

I cup Nico’s cheek and smile softly, drawing his rain scent into my lungs. He cares for me. Warmth spreads through my chest at how much I love him. How much I love all of them.

“I promise.”

When he smiles, I rub my thumb along his jaw.

“How are you doing tonight?” It’s my turn to search his eyes, looking for any lingering pain. He got hit on his head, and his surgery for his knee was only a few days ago. I don’t know when the last time he took pain meds was and if he needs more.

He smirks and shakes his head before pressing his lips against mine. When he lifts his head, he says, “I’m good, sunshine. I have you, and that’s all I need.”

My heart trips over itself. All night I’ve been at his side. He’s touched me gently, reminding me I’m safe. I’m here, and those assholes didn’t get me. Again. Fuck.

I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if Zach and his friends had gotten through that door. If the guys hadn’t come to rescue us. If Ashley and Emma hadn’t helped us. Ice trickles down my back. My hand trembles as I lift it to push my hair back.

This isn’t over with Zach, but right now I’m safe. Nico’s hand slides into mine, centering me, and I rest my head against his shoulder. Tomorrow, the guys will be by my side. This was Zach’s last opportunity this week to get me alone.

Who knows what he has planned for next week, but we’ll deal with it when it happens.

In the background, Jack is announcing another fight. I drag in a breath and refocus. When I glance up, people are beginning to wander away back to the party. The main show is over. My guys are done fighting for the night.

My gaze catches on Eli as he heads over to where there are water bottles out. His dark gaze collides with mine. Hungry, heated eyes igniting that fire inside me. He drinks a little before spraying the water over his head, soaking his hair and dripping down his contoured chest.

Fuck. I swallow and shift in my seat. It’s not that I forget how strong and fit my men are, but it’s moments like this when it’s right in my face, and I know I’m not the only one left drooling... wanting. Some other girl whispers a harsh fuck somewhere behind me.

I narrow my eyes and turn to see who said it. The girl in question is fanning herself as she checks out Eli. Part of me wants to put her in her place, but I can’t fight every girl for looking at my men. Colleges would never accept me with that many blemishes on my record. And I’m not going to be like Sidney and run girls into the ground for thinking they could have my men. Or for simply wanting what they can’t have.

This is just part of being with the horsemen. I can’t make them less attractive. Girls are going to look and drink their fill, but the guys are all mine, and that’s what matters.

Those girls can look, but they can’t touch. That’s only for me.

When I turn back, Eli is in front of me. Anticipation sizzles like a live wire through my blood. That’s right. He’s mine. He reaches for me and lifts me to my feet. I expect him to kiss me. Before I know what he’s doing, he bends and hoists me over his shoulder.

“Eli!” My hands grab at his bare, muscled back, slick with water, but there’s nowhere to hold on to. His hand clasps onto my ass to hold me steady.

“I won you, kitten.” He pauses next to Caden and says, “Give us thirty.”

Caden chuckles as Eli carries me off. He heads across the lawn to the house with me draped over his shoulder.

I lift my head and watch Caden help Nico up on his crutches. Luke glances at me before returning his gaze to the fights. I don’t even know if Jack notices. He’s still working the crowd. Then we’re in the house, moving through bodies in the dim lighting. The music is so loud I can’t hear anything but the driving beat.

I can’t even be embarrassed. This isn’t the worst thing they’ve done to me in public. Part of me really likes that he’s so worked up he’s taking me off on his own. At least I’m still wearing jeans and Luke’s jersey covers me to my hips, so no one is getting a free flash of my skin or panties. However, Eli is still shirtless and more than one hand dares to reach out and drag across his bare skin.

I almost growl, but I’m not exactly in a position to do anything about it. And again, not the best plan to start a huge cat fight because the list of girls who want them is never-ending.

As he moves through them, guys and girls call after him, wanting his attention. He doesn’t give it to them. Some guys raise their hands in a high five as he passes. Those he takes. Not pausing.

Maybe he’s focused on wherever he’s taking me and what he wants to do to me when we get there. My body is heated and it has very little to do with the sea of bodies gyrating to the music and everything to do with the intentions of the man I love.

I cling to him as he bounds up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

There’s not a lot I can hold on to, so I wrap my arms around him the best I can to steady myself and keep from bouncing off his shoulder, though his hold is tight, and I trust him to not drop me.

Pretty sure I know exactly where we’re going and what we’re going to do when we get there. None of the others have followed us in. It’s just me and Eli when he sets me on my feet and locks the door to the primary bedroom, shutting us in.

His back is to me, and he just stands there and breathes a little heavy, probably from carrying me this whole way.