Axel looked so tired, and in pain. Although they said he didn’t have a concussion, his head was throbbing, and the doctor had given him something for the pain at the hospital. He looked at her now, as Quentin carried her into the elevator and to the hotel room.
His expression was still so firm and angry, even now, with her in his arms and the danger far behind them, miles from the hotel. Eduardo was dead, Armor Con was taken over by the government and raided, and each employee would be questioned and prosecuted as needed. It was a huge bust, as Sandman had said, and all she wanted to do was be with her men.
They entered the huge hotel room and the men scattered. L.T. gave orders as she snuggled deeper against Quentin’s chest and nuzzled her mouth against his neck. He turned slowly and kissed her forehead as he headed into the bathroom.
Axel was there, turning on the water in the tub, while Deacon grabbed towels.
“We’re going to get the water nice and warm for you, baby. It will help ease the tight muscles and any bruising you have,” Quentin said.
“I’m so tired, Quentin, can’t we just go to bed?” she whispered and kissed his neck. He squeezed her tighter, her cheek throbbing as it rubbed against his chest.
“You’ll take the bath and relax a bit. We need to look over your injuries. That doctor wouldn’t let us,” L.T. stated, as he pulled off his shirt, baring his muscular chest. She looked at him in adoration, but also in defiance. It was natural. She had a thing about accepting authority. She kind of didn’t like to just accept it. She enjoyed getting L.T. rattled.
“Well, you kind of spooked the doctor, L.T., when you said that I was your woman and that the four of you had the right to see my body.”
He moved closer, as Quentin slowly placed her feet onto the tile floor.
L.T. placed his hand against her cheek, opposite of the one Armando had hurt.
“Well get used to it, woman. You belong to us, and no other man will ever see this body but us.”
She swallowed hard, the tears hitting the back of her eyes.
That was all she had ever wanted. For them to see her as a woman, their woman.
He released her cheek and slowly began to undo the buttons on the blouse.
Quentin helped, and when they pulled off her bra, Quentin cupped her breasts from behind. She closed her eyes and moaned, while L.T. cursed about the bruises on her hips. Wait until he saw the ones on her thighs and belly from Armando kicking her.
She moaned as she absorbed the feel of Quentin’s large, capable hands caressing her breasts. His chest was wedged up against her back, and she could feel his hard erection.
Deacon and Axel were in the room. Both wearing boxers.
L.T. gently pushed down her skirt and the cursing started.
“Fucking bastard.”
“Oh, God, baby, did the doctor see these?” Deacon asked. Quentin moved his hands down her belly and he looked over her shoulder.
“Fuck,” he said and released her. She was naked now, and all four men were shaking their heads.
“Please. I’m okay. I’m alive and here with the four of you, please,” she begged. L.T. stepped forward and kissed her on the mouth. She reached up and held on to his shoulders. He pressed his tongue deeper and she moaned into his mouth. When she stood up on tiptoes to run her fingers through his crew cut hair, the pain hit the muscles in her calves and thighs. L.T. pulled from her mouth.
“In the tub, now,” he said. Mariah swallowed hard, as Quentin lifted her up and carried her to the large Jacuzzi tub. She was pleasantly surprised to see Axel there, already in the water, his arms opened wide.
Quentin handed her to him, and as the water touched her skin, she moaned, until she was submerged to her neck in warmth.
Deacon pulled her gently between his legs, and she lay back, allowing him to take care of her.
* * * *
Deacon swallowed hard. He was filled with deep emotion. The sight of her bruises would be a constant reminder that her life was in such danger. He and his team were going to protect her and love her forever.
The others left the room, and Deacon began to wash her body.
“Do you feel okay?”
“This is great, Deacon. Thank you.”