“Listen, Cara, we gotta —” I start to say, but I don’t get to end my sentence. As I’m speaking, the chimes on the café’s door jingle, and I turn around on my chair to see Derek walking in. He no longer has his cap on, and he’s looking too confident for someone who knows our whole plan is not only ruined, but has put NAP in jeopardy.
“You got caught,” Mason tells him flatly, an hard edge around his eyes as he sits up straight, looking straight at Derek as he walks toward us.
“Sienna was already waiting for me,” he replies, pulling a chair and sitting down.
“We know that,” I say, trying to read the expression on his face. Did he have anything to do with this fuck up? Because if so, I’m more than ready to introduce him to both my fists. He’s a big guy, sure, but it’s not like I give a fuck about that. “She has deleted the original hard drive, and now she’s taking all evidence to the Romance Guild. We fucked up, and now Naughty Angel is going to pay the price.”
“Not so fast,” Derek jumps in, his gaze going around the table as his lips curl into a grin. “You didn’t think I’d allow Sienna to crush us this easily, did you?” With that, he reaches inside his pocket and fishes out a small USB drive, and it’s just like the one Sienna supposedly took from him.
“What’s that?” Mason asks, cocking one eyebrow as he gazes at the small drive now placed in the center of the table.
“I had to do it fast, but...I switched the drives,” Derek confides, lowering his voice into a barely audible whisper. “I heard her come into the office, I just pretended I didn’t. Before she could see it, I swapped the drives. The one Sienna has is just a dummy; there’s nothing in there. In here,” he continues, tapping the USB drive on the table with his index finger, “we have all the evidence we need.”
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, my gaze never leaving the small drive. And to think we were ready to put a noose around Derek’s neck. We didn’t have a contingency plan, but he pulled through. He improvised and, because of his quick thinking, we might have saved Naughty Angel.
“Derek!” Cara cries out, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him in. She lays one hard kiss on his cheek, and the huge smile on her face has replaced that anxious expression. Even Mason, whose distrust of Derek was reaching the breaking point, is smiling. There’s still a lot we have to do, mainly processing all the information Derek managed to steal from Sienna’s laptop, but this definitely feels like a victory.
“I wasn’t sure if we could trust you, Derek,” Mason says, all of a sudden, leaning back on his seat and staring straight at Derek. “For a while, I thought you could be playing both sides. But I was an idiot for thinking like that.” With that, he reaches for Derek and offers him his open hand. Derek waits for a second, and then just nods and takes Mason’s hand in his.
“We’re a team,” Derek says, and I can’t think of any other way to put it.
“Fucking right we’re a team,” I agree, “a victorious team.”
“And I know exactly what a victorious team needs,” Cara whispers, a lush undertone to her words. She runs the tip of her tongue between her lips, her gaze wandering around the table, and I feel the air around us becoming almost electric. Fuck, all she’s doing is looking around and I can already feel my cock twitching hard.
Okay, fuck it, let me be honest. Whenever I’m around Cara, it’s a struggle to keep my cock from turning into a steel rod. One look at her perfect figure and it feels as if my body turns into a fucking volcano about to erupt; my blood turns into lava, and I feel smoke clouding all of my rationality.
“The limo’s just around the corner,” Mason adds, and he doesn’t need to explain what he means by that.
“Then I guess it’s time for a victory lap, wouldn’t you say so?” Cara purrs, placing one hand on top of my knee, the touch of her delicate fingers making my heart beat so fast I can feel it pulse on my throat. A victory lap never sounded so good.
Chapter 16
Cara
I'm with Mason, Parker, and Derek as we rush into the limo, like a pack of horny teenagers.
Although I doubt horny teenagers have ever experienced the level of depravity that my brain is starting to get excited about.
I can’t help it. My pulse is running high and my thighs are sticky.
I get into the seat and scoot into the limo, feeling two pairs of hands already begin to grab and squeeze my ass.
"Should we circle around the city as we fuck in here?" I ask trying to remain calm. My heart is fluttering in my chest as I think about what's about to occur.
They all in unison say, "Yes."
"Oh, okay well..." All of a sudden I realize what I’m about to do. How I’m about to be taken. They’re going to own me. Body and soul. It’s a long way to go from where I was just less than a year ago—in a loveless relationship with a small dick asshole who was cheating on me.
Parker senses this.
"Cara, we've never met anyone like you, and I think I speak for all of us when I say we never will. It’s new for us, but I will never hurt you."
"Yeah," Mason says. "This is new for each of us, and that makes it special."
"We're here for only you Cara. In fact, now that I know you like this I could never go back."
Their words comfort me, and I realize this is a new venture for all of us. It's definitely new territory for me.