India visibly shook herself. Enzo wanted to run his tongue all over the man, exploring those smooth muscles. After that, he wanted to bend Sean over and slam his cock home. Or slide against Sean inside India’s drenched pussy after they had suitably worshipped their goddess.
“I’m not sure I can handle being in this room with the two of you right now,” India squeaked and backed out, closing the door behind her. Enzo took a minute to take in Sean’s half-naked body and reached into a cabinet and pulled out a couple of t-shirts, handing one to Sean.
“Come on, at least let me walk you to your car,” Enzo said, strapping on his gun holster. Sean rolled his eyes but didn’t stop Enzo from taking him through the basics of the security needs Sean would have if someone closely connected to the Blackstone family was after him.
Enzo would much rather have started on their game plan for how to end the day with India pinned between them, but he didn’t think Sean was the sort to game plan threesomes. Sean studied him while he talked. “Why do you care so much? You barely know me.”
“I know you enough. I know what your hands feel like on my body. I know that soft look you get when you look at India. And now I know what your eyes look like when you come for me like a good boy. What else do I need?”
Chapter 10 - India
On the other side of Enzo’s office door,India took a deep breath. She needed to get her freaking libido under control. Just because that was the sexiest thing she had ever seen didn’t mean she had to drop to her knees and lick the cum off of their cocks. Even if Enzo had basically asked her to. More than anything, though, she had wanted to take control, to order them to fuck each other, to order them to worship her and make her come.
Instead, she had held strong, despite Enzo’s tempting, wicked eyes, and the beauty of both men. The crisis was averted, but her body was still rebelling, still thinking she had really screwed something up. But she told her body that it was wrong, that fucking those two men would be worse for her in the long run. They were gorgeous but unreliable, enticing but promiscuous men who she couldn’t let too close to her heart.
She could have had both of them, licked them clean, stroked them hard again, and ended up pinned between them. Enzo would have gone for it, but what would Sean Blackstone have done?
But India did everything to avoid being impulsive and irrational. That was what had drawn her into being a domme in the first place. She stayed in control, made sure her sexual needs were met, and never made decisions based on emotion. It was easier to stay unattached, playing with subs at the club. Easier to stay away from the deep emotional freefall that was a real D/s relationship for India.
She pushed off of the wall after a moment and headed for her office, ready to log into her old back doors in Sean’s system to see if she could figure anything out, but she ran into her brother along the way.
“Did you check on my hunch?” he asked.
India rolled her eyes. “Moss, you’re not psychic. What if you didn’t have an intuition, you just ate something that gave you gas.” Her brother smirked at her, and she knew he thought that there was no way he would do something as undignified and human as having indigestion.
“I’m worried about the client.”
India rolled her eyes. “He’s never going to hire us. My actions meant his board of directors tried to remove him from his role.” Sean hadn’t looked that great, really. His eyes had been tired and stressed. It was another place where India could tell emotions were going to be messy. She worried about him when she shouldn’t.
Moss combed his hands through his blond hair, sighing. “I can’t believe I missed that detail. I’ve seriously lost my edge.”
“You had a good reason to lose your edge in this case.” India got a little queasy if she thought too much about her brother’s recovery from the multiple gunshot wounds that had nearly taken him out. But he had been strong, and he had pulled through. She gave him an impulsive hug because her brother was her only family, and she loved him. He let go of his reserved persona for a moment and pulled her in tight, reassuring in his strength.
He had quit his life in intelligence for her, after his near-fatal injuries. Their parents had given their lives to the job, and she couldn’t let her brother do that as well. He had understood. She backed up and smiled at him, thrilled that he was okay and with her, and they were building something great together. Something where they could protect each other.
“Can you give Sean’s car a quick check before he heads out? Maybe that’s the reason for the feeling. Enzo will prep him and walk him down in a few,” Moss said. Yeah, Enzo was totally prepping him to walk down, India thought, remembering the erotic scene she had witnessed. The two of them had looked hot as fuck pressed together, their big cocks pulsing as they came with a shudder.
“Already on it.” India’s voice came out a little squeaky, and she tried to hide that by waving the car keys she had pickpocketed off of Sean earlier. Moss smirked at her as she stepped into the elevator and gave him a wink. She loved their building, the one they had bought together. It was all theirs, including the apartments that were being renovated on the top floor where eventually they would all live, even Enzo. The thought of having Enzo down the hall made her shudder.
The door slid open, and she was in the small parking garage. She looked around the guest parking area, trying to figure out which car a pretentious rich guy would drive, and spotted a shiny black BMW M8 with all the bells and whistles. She flipped the button on the key fob to unlock it, and to be safe, hit the auto start and waited for the engine to roar to life. The next second there was an earth-shattering explosion, and she was on the floor.
The sound was unbelievably loud, her ears ringing, and voices were muffled as she was scooped up in a big pair of arms. She blinked away some blurriness and recognized Enzo’s concerned brown eyes and leaned against his shoulder, right as another series of sharp cracking noises hit. Gunshots. Enzo’s arms tightened around her, and he was yelling something, but it was muffled by the ringing in her ears.
She was transferred into someone else’s arms, someone who was breathing hard and holding her tight, his lips against the side of her throat. The hard, fast pounding of her pulse matched his, and she looked up into worried gray-green eyes. Sean.
“Fuck, India.” His voice broke through the ringing in her ears a little. She smiled at that, and he ran his hands over her face and hair, as if searching for injuries.
“Sean?” she asked, confused. “I think I can stand up.”
She shook her head to clear the ringing, and he held her tight against his chest as he ran back into the elevator and hit the button hard, pushing back behind the wall as a volley of bullets hit the metal of the elevator car behind them. The door closed and Sean let her down, her body sliding along his. He felt good, like he was meant to be pressed up against her, which was a weird thing to be thinking about at that moment. He kept a grip on her hips, kept her pinned against him. When the elevator opened on the first floor, she saw her brother running.
Sean’s voice was distant and far-off, and he said something to her brother about Enzo. Where was Enzo? India looked around and didn’t see him. Moss nodded and flew through the stairwell door, headed for the garage, weapon at the ready.
“Is Enzo okay?” she asked, and even her voice sounded weird, like it was a few rooms away. Enzo couldn’t be not okay, could he? Precious, beautiful Enzo, who was all dirty-minded goodness and big smiles.
“I don’t know. He was hit. He told me to get you inside,” Sean said, frowning. She gasped softly and her eyes filled with tears. Sean reached up and brushed a tear away. “Your brother went down there, and he was... Was he different?”
India shook her head. “That’s his badass mode. It’s a thing he does, blending in, looking harmless. No one sees what he can really do unless they need to.”
