Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security 2)

“Clothes, Whitney. You’ll wait for me in your room.”

Her eyes widen.

“Oh shit,” Jude mutters. “Hide the knives. Wren’s about to get cut.”

But he’s mistaken because the fire burning in her eyes isn’t anger.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers before she turns around to leave.

The guys all look at me while I watch her plump ass sway down the hallway.

I bite the inside of my cheek to hide my laugh when I turn around to face them again. Jaws are hanging open. Finn is rubbing his eyes like he didn’t just experience what happened.

“Holy shit.”

“Did that just happen?”

“What the actual fuck, man?”

“You said you had no game,” Brooks mutters, his brows creased.

“Yes, sir?” Flynn murmurs, his head shaking a little like he’s utterly confused.

“She’s kinky?” Gaige whispers, more awe than question in his voice. “You lucky fuck.”

“You’re kinky?” Flynn questions, still not coming to terms with what just happened. “I thought computer guys blew their loads the second they saw real tits in person.”

I would step around the counter to punch the guy in the dick, but my cock’s still hard from the little show we all just witnessed.

We haven’t discussed many things, the Yes, Sir response being one of them. It’s not really my thing, or at least I didn’t think it was until those breathy words came out of her mouth. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was taking a little of herself back last night after getting embarrassed at the thought of Ignacio touching her personal things. I look across the kitchen island and glare at him.

He narrows his eyes at me.

“Stay away from her.”

“Me?” He taps his thumb against his chest, but then a slow smile pulls at his lips. “Don’t be mad at me. I can’t help it if your girl is interested in a little Latin lovin’.”

“Torres,” Flynn groans. “Now isn’t the time.”

“It’ll be hard to do your job without a fucking tongue,” I warn. Damn near impossible actually since he’s the interpreter for BBS.

To show his skills, Ignacio lifts his hands and tells me to go fuck myself in sign language.

“He wouldn’t,” Flynn assures me before turning to the demon in the room. “You wouldn’t, right?”

Ignacio straightens. “Never.”

There’s sincerity in his eyes, and deep down I know he wouldn’t, but fuck if I’m not utterly territorial over that woman.

“And that’s two down,” Gaige mutters before turning to place his empty cup in the sink.

“Two?” Brooks asks.

“Him and Deacon, both of them in love and down for the count.”

I stare at Gaige like he’s grown a second head, but I don’t bother opening my mouth to argue with the man. If what I feel for Whitney isn’t love, I don’t know what it is.

“Can we finish this up?” Flynn asks with a sigh. “I need some fucking sleep.”

“That shitty hotel she stayed in the other night is going to be best,” Jude says, switching gears instantly. “It’s off the beaten path, there isn’t much traffic, and people mind their damn business in places like that because they don’t want anyone in theirs.”

“Tonight?” I ask.

“Tomorrow night,” Flynn says. “We need to give the FBI time to get some things set up.”

I nod, leaning in closer as they run through even the minutest detail to make sure the plan goes off without a hitch.

It’s another hour before they file out of my apartment, and I’m grateful for the squeeze of reassurance Ignacio gives my shoulder on the way out.

“Yes, sir?” Flynn says, looking past me down the hall as if it held the explanation for his continued confusion.

The second the door snaps closed, I’m moving. I have a very sexy woman with a lot of explaining to do. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing putting on that little show in front of my friends.Chapter 28Whitney

Silence fills the apartment. I’m not eavesdropping, but the low murmur of guys that could be heard minutes ago has faded away. Simon paws at the bedroom door, anxious to get out and explore, but Wren hasn’t come to me yet. His command was clear.

My nerves are shot, but in the most delicious way this time rather than out of fear.

Yes, Sir?

Where the hell did that come from?

I said it more than once in my dreams last night, and it must’ve been enough to seep into my brain because the two syllables didn’t have any trouble dropping from my lips in front of a handful of other men.

That submission made me feel powerful. Made me want to do anything Wren wanted me to, short of sharing me with any of those guys. I need to make sure he knows that’s one of my hard limits.

“Whitney!” I begin to tremble with the sound of my name being called, but my ass is off the bed, hand reaching for the doorknob in the next breath.