Melissa
After two days of wild sex and snoozing, my body shivered, now wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth provided by the two sleeping special military agents on either side that had claimed me for their own.
My plan in life wasn’t to find a love interest and play a good wife. But fate decided to shine her loving moonbeams on me and drop two gorgeous males into my lap, knowing I’d have trouble resisting. I snickered at my poetic thoughts.
I’d temporarily thrown my rulebook out the window, and my life as an FBI agent teetered on the edge of a cliff. Why? Because my father came to visit me. Because of what happened three days ago. And what he gave me haunted me like the plague. It still did. My indecision. The antiserum.
An arm tightened around my waist as Garrett whispered, “I feel you tensing. Go back to sleep, sweets.”
I let out a deep breath as Dallon, who lay half asleep in front of me, grunted his agreement.
They failed to capture Bane and Myter.
Myter tried to blow them up with a bomb attached to the chair Trisha’s dad was tied to, and Bane disappeared. We had to catch them. But Myter wasn’t human anymore, just like the men who slept beside me.
The shots Trisha and I received were sent by Bane, to try and create an offspring with superhuman abilities. The question was, why didn’t he just use himself? Why go to the trouble of using test subjects?
Unless Trisha and me meeting the guys was a set up. What would we do then?
I couldn’t think of the what ifs. I had to look at the facts.
There were four things I was absolutely sure of: my former boss with the FBI, Edmund Myter, was a traitor and still at large; His daughter was missing; Dallon and Garrett were my unwanted, but can’t resist, mates; and General Bane was the culprit behind this whole mess.
Listening to the guys’ deep breathing, I sighed. How was I going to get out of this one? They almost died because of Myter. Because of me.
I believed Myter wanted our blood. Why? I wasn’t sure, but based on the bomb strapped to Trisha’s father’s chair, Myter wouldn’t have let us leave after we gave him what he wanted.
Easing myself up, I glanced around the bedroom. We took up residence in the safe house built in the barn back on the farm. I scooted down the bed. I needed to leave. To figure out where Myter went and bring him in. Hopefully without these two goons beside me. This was the FBI’s issue to clean up. They had their own mess with Bane.
I made it to the end of the mattress and gently lowered my feet and lifted my body slowly as to not jar the bed. Once up, I grabbed a t-shirt and one of their boxers, carrying them to the bathroom. My ass was sore from the kink they were into with spanking and being in control. I hissed when my busted up asscheeks met the cold, hard seat of the toilet. Damn, those boys weren’t easy on me at all. I wondered how Trisha faired. Not that I was into knowing what her and her guys did. I just wanted to know if the two of us needed to go in on some ice packs for our asses.
Finishing up, I pulled on the boxers and rolled them to a loose fit. Then, I donned a gray t-shirt with the word Army written across it. If they were trying to hide, a t-shirt with their profession scrolled across it wasn’t the best way to blend in. It just said, “Look at me!”
I finger combed my hair and walked barefoot out the bedroom door, headed to the door in the front room. It should be open since they came back two days ago. It makes no sense to lock it. I could grab keys or hot wire one of their cars to get to where I needed to go.
Hand on the knob, I twisted, and it didn’t move. Shit. It was locked.
“Going somewhere?”
I twisted around to find Garrett standing outside the bedroom door in all his hunky glory. I tried not to look and feigned innocence. “Just wanted to check on Trisha.”
His lips thinned. “Uh-uh.” He didn’t believe me. “You’d go, wouldn’t you? Not stay with us.”
I shook my head. The thought of separating from them physically hurt me, even though that was along the lines of what I planned. “I didn’t say that.”
Naked, he went to the key panel beside the door and entered the code. The door clicked. Unlocked.
I stared at him.
He turned to me and folded his arms. “Prove it,” he challenged me. “Go. Do whatever it is you need to do, and come back to us.”
I stayed still, unsure if this was some sort of crazy test he was putting me through.
Seeing my unease, he curled a hand around my neck and brought his lips to my forehead, kissing my brow. “Prove me wrong, sweets.” He let me go and reached to the side table before placing keys in my hand. His gaze bore into mine. “Take my truck.”
My fingers clenched around them. I turned to leave, but then paused and twisted back. “Thank you.”
Then, I was gone.