Quadruplets Make Six

“It was okay. Nothing too crazy. What about yours?” I turned to him. I inhaled deeply to disguise my breathing in his scent. So masculine and intoxicating.

“The same as always.”

I stared into his deep eyes for a moment. I turned and rested my head on his shoulders. It was so easy to be around him. Around all of them. Way too easy.

“Why don’t you guys tell me about the case? I can handle it.”

He sighed, and I felt him grin. It was weird, Nate not cracking a joke.

“I don’t know. We just agreed not to.” He tsked his jaw.

I groaned as I realized it.

“I get it. I admire you guys’ friendship. But when you decide to trust me, I can handle it.”

He kissed the crown of my head.

“We know.”

Chapter Twelve: Rose

Alex was cleared by the doctor and I was glad he didn’t have a concussion. When I saw him again, he didn’t look nearly as bad. Bruised cheek like I suspected, and a split eyelid on the left. He was up and walking around and I felt lucky. I hugged him tight like it was a lifeline.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” I muffled into his chest. He looked so dapper and smelled so good.

I loved how he dressed in his slacks and vest and dress shirt. I wondered how he used to look in his uniform, but he looked good that way too.

“I’m okay, Rose.” He smiled, a crooked one, but just as knee-weakening.

Nate got us in his cruiser and drove us to Alex’s place, since he had to go to work.

“I don’t mind staying to help you, I am a nurse after all,” I told Alex as we arrived. He lived near the city in a duplex.

“Okay.” He nodded. Nate grinned at the both of us as we got out. I wondered what he was thinking.

I hugged Nate goodbye, and then we went inside.

Chapter Thirteen: Alex

I didn’t want to think about what happened to me because I knew what it meant. This was a real shit storm and it was too damn late to evacuate. I didn’t want to tell Rose what happened, either. Neither of us wanted to tell her about the case at all. We wanted her to be safe and we didn’t want her to worry.

We knew she was strong and could hold her own, but we didn’t want her to have to. She was just so sweet and innocent, she didn’t deserve any of this. The only reason she was in this situation was because she was such a good person. Wanting to do the right thing even in a tough situation.

And I just fucking wanted her so badly I couldn’t think straight. We all wanted her.

Rose was so fucking smart and sexy and irresistible. She didn’t even know it. Even with teasing us in her bedroom window every night. I wanted to show her exactly what she did to me. I wanted to taste her and eat her up repeatedly.

Then she was in my house, looking like a fucking night raven just to torture me. My ribs were so fucking uncomfortable, yet still I wanted to throw her over the couch and fuck her into tomorrow. Maybe even the day after.

“You look so tired. Are you hungry? I can make something.” She looked around for the kitchen, but it was behind the living room wall.

My place wasn’t anything special. My bedroom was upstairs, and I used the other one to hang my boxing bag up. My living room was pretty sad; the leather futon was rarely used, and the entertainment unit was almost dusty by how rarely I used it. I had some pictures up of me and the guys, but that was pretty much it. I once tried to have a plant, but that ended badly.

“Yeah, food sounds good.” I took off my gun strap and vest and laid it down on the couch.

I led her into the kitchen and got her a bottle of water from the fridge. I had just upgraded all my appliances, and they were almost never used so they were still super shiny.

“I hope you actually have food in here.” She giggled and set her bag down on the counter before she opened up the fridge.