IAM SAT ON the couch and Gunner sat next to him. Declan settled on the other couch and I went over to sit by him. Scooting up as close as I could, I chinked my glass with his. Horst sat in one of the spare armchairs.
His smile was wide and boyish. “I don’t know how far you’ve been briefed on the mission at this point,” he stopped and looked at me. His hand waved toward me and he said to Declan and Liam, “It’s okay that she stays for this?”
Declan was firm. “Our companion stays. Anything you can say to us you can say to her,” he turned to me, “We trust each other completely.”
“It’s a fine thing,” Gunner lifted his glass.
“But as to your other point, don’t take it for granted too soon that we’re working together. We haven’t even seen a package on the target yet.”
“But you’re familiar with him, obviously.”
Declan spoke up. “The call that I had shortly before you arrived gave me the target.”
Gunner asked, “And the location, yes?”
“He’s attending a conference.”
As he spoke, Declan’s hand had slid underneath me. He squeezed my ass, then slipped under my thigh. As he talked, he stroked the inside of my thigh all the way up.
He was speaking as his fingers found my soaking wet panties. His eye widened a fraction and his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips. I held back a moan as he slipped his fingers along my folds, but resisting the urge to kiss him was even harder.
Declan loved to make me squirm and squeal and I knew that he knew exactly how much he was making me suffer. And that he would want to do it all the more. His fingers were a delicious consolation for our fuck deferred.
The knowing pressure of his fingers made it better and worse at the same time. I didn’t know if there was too much point in me following what was going on in the business between the men, but Declan’s fingers sure did make it hard. I should have moved or taken his hand away. But I didn’t want to.
Declan’s eyes didn’t give a thing away. Except to Liam, of course. I saw him slip a side-eye and his lip tightened as he tried not to grin.
Gunner was saying, “The conference is in Germany.”
The deep vibration of Declan’s voice added to my trembling. “I don’t care if it’s in your mom’s house, right on the town square in Gunnerville, capital city of Horst fucking County. We’re in fucking charge. All right?”
Gunner lifted his hands, palms down. He spoke quietly. “We formed a plan where a location would be selected for a three-cornered sniper hit. Three shots simultaneously.”
Declan pressed upward to make me quiver inside while he said, “Will we have to take a grassy knoll out to Germany with us, or are they easy enough to come by out there?”
“Ah.” Gunner frowned, uncertain, “You are making a joke about the Kennedy assassination and some of the conspiracy theories. That’s very clever actually.”
“Oh, I’m fucking glad you approve.” I watched his lips tighten as he spread his fingers to open me.
Liam cut in, “Let’s set up a time to meet tomorrow, okay? We’ll make a proper plan then.”
Horst had a slight sad puppy face. “You don’t like the three snipers?” It was awkward for me to watch as I struggled to be still, and Declan was getting close to making me come.
Liam’s head shook, “I haven’t thought about it much to tell you the truth, but it sounds like it would depend on the target being at an exact location at an exact time.”
Horst said, “How about we do it the same way as the operation that you did Carlo?”
Declan’s voice lowered a notch. “Is that your very subtle way of asking what we did on Carlo?” He scraped behind the base of my clit and my breath leaped. “Jesus H fucking Christ on a bike, Liam. Are these eedjits for real? Are you people professionals at all?”
Liam’s voice was soft and reasonable. “What I want to know is, what’s this fucking conference? Is your man a delegate to an international hoods federation? The G fucking twenty of the mob?”
Horst looked down. Gunner shook his head. “I don’t know, actually.”
“Well, before we go blundering in and blasting away at their honored representative of associated racketeers of the American East Coast, I think it would be worth our finding out a little about what it is we’re stepping into.”
Horst brightened. “But we could take him here. Before he leaves.”
Declan’s hand clenched and the whole inside of me back-flipped. “The assignment has a place and a time, as well as a target.” Gunner was about to speak.
Liam stood. “What Declan’s saying is, we need to understand this situation better before we make any fast decisions. Agreed?”
Horst and Gunner nodded.
Declan tortured me. My body cried out from inside for me to let go, but I knew I had to hold it together, at least on the outside, while the men finished their meeting. His thumb pushed my clit into its weeping hood as his fingers probed deeper. He said, “We need some idea what kind of an international conference our big-hitting mob boss is attending.”
“And,” Liam gestured with his glass, “Someone’s aiming to make a point, having him popped while he’s attending that gathering. That could make a difference to our strategy for exfiltration.”
Gunner frowned. Declan said, “Someone might be wanting to cut off our escape.”
Liam nodded. “We don’t want to end up as the sacrifices in someone else’s game.”
I bit my lip. The corner of Liam’s eye flashed at me. He had been watching the whole time. The bastard. My thighs clenched in little spasms now and it was getting to the point where it would be hard to stop. I was afraid that I was going to burst in front of the twins.
As the twins got up, Declan rose, too. He didn’t take his hand out of me, though. He lifted me, like I was a pet, a kitten in his hand. I didn’t think I would be able to stand. I thought I would shudder and shake from my core, dissolve and collapse.
Horst and Gunner shook hands with Liam and Declan, then with me. Each of them looked at me with puzzled concern as I tried to keep my face from contorting and my body from snapping like a mousetrap. Declan pressed his fingers farther inside me.