The mystery of Declan was itching at the back of her mind, and it was a good distraction, so she might as well discover why Sean’s cousin would try to kill him. Looking at his records, she could admit that it seemed out of character for the man. He was a high school chemistry teacher, for fuck’s sake. But a knowledge of chemistry could explain the bomb. Still, everything on his record said he was a good guy. He had been wild in his teen years, a bit of a rebel who had done some petty crimes, but he seemed reformed, settled into the school he taught at. Well-liked and respected.
So trying to kill his cousin wasn’t like him, but desperation often led people to acts that seemed out of character. What did Declan have to be so desperate about? Whoever was behind this was keeping things quiet and off the channels that India could trace. She combed back over the records, frowning, and called her brother.
“What’s up?” From the background noise, Moss was on the go.
“Declan Montgomery has a sister. She’s often off the grid, a bit of a free spirit or a rebel? She spends a lot of time backpacking around Asia, that kind of thing.”
Moss was quiet for a moment. “So no one would report her missing.”
“Right. And I can’t find out if she is. She could be backpacking in Tibet again, like her social media says,” India said, tapping her fingernails on the table.
“We’re going to grab him, see what we can get out of him. If she’s in trouble, we’ll figure it out.”
“Okay.” She stared at the wild curls and gray-green eyes of the young woman on the screen. Sean’s cousin had his eyes. “I think Declan flubbed the attack on purpose. Made sure no one was seriously hurt.”
Moss was quiet for a moment. “I know you want to see the best of people, Indie, but I don’t know if that’s the case here. You guys sit tight and do nothing I wouldn’t do.”
“Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”
Her brother chuckled, the gruff, easy laugh that she most identified with him. “Do nothing I wouldn’t do if I wasn’t biologically incapable of experiencing fear.” This was a bit of a stretch, but they often joked about Moss and the way his mind worked. Where India’s mind excelled at the analytical, Moss had a unique ability to compartmentalize, shut down fear and move through dangerous tasks with robotic efficiency, to not get caught up in the things that would normally give someone pause. It both impressed and worried India.
“I love you, big brother. Don’t get yourself killed.”
“Love you too, little sis. Don’t get yourself pregnant.”
India rolled her eyes. If only he knew what was probably going on in the living room right now. There was no way she could get pregnant if the two men she wanted to fuck were too busy fucking each other. She was torn about whether she should share the news about Declan’s sister with the men or give them more privacy, and she paced in front of her bedroom door for a few minutes before cracking it open, finally deciding that Sean might have some additional insight into Declan’s motives.
They were naked, wrapped up in each other, talking quietly on the couch. Their legs were a tangle of thick muscle, and Enzo’s hand traced big circles over Sean’s back, making India think back to when they had first met in Sean’s office. Those epic massages he had given her while pretending to be her boyfriend were something she still craved. She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath and prepared to face off against four hundred pounds of solid muscle and temptation laid out for her.
And she forgot everything she’d discussed with Moss as they both looked up at her, Sean’s bright eyes and Enzo’s dark ones both honing in on her and giving her a jolt of hot desire. “Sorry, I just...” she was too flustered to figure out what to say. She was going to freeze up again, and she was going to go back into the bedroom and hide, possibly while fingering herself to an orgasm to hide her shame. “Sorry.” Why did she keep saying sorry? Fuck.
Enzo smirked at her. “We were discussing how pretty you’d be between us.”
“I mean, it seems like you two kind of have a thing going on?” Why did her voice sound like a mouse squeaking? She cleared her throat.
Enzo pushed up to sit and straddled Sean’s hips, rubbing the length of his hardening cock against Sean’s. Sean only had eyes for the big man now, and India couldn’t blame him. Enzo was magnificent, all tattoos and muscles, and a monster cock that was slick with lube from their previous fun and sliding rhythmically against Sean’s. Sean was leaner, but not unimpressive, and his erection was almost as big.
“We can’t stop fucking,” Sean said.
“But we could put you between us.” Enzo’s wicked grin was enticing, and India tried to remember how to use her body. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to run away, or grab both of their cocks and see if she could fit them in her mouth together, but she should probably do something. “You okay, baby doll?”
“I like to watch,” she blurted. And her cheeks flushed bright red because she hadn’t meant to say that out loud at all. Enzo yanked Sean onto his hands and knees and grinned, stroking over the round muscles of Sean’s ass, giving him a light slap. Sean moaned.
Enzo barked a laugh, rubbing lovingly at Sean’s ass. “Do you want to help me punish him, princess?”
India’s heart was pounding, and she wasn’t sure if she could take this anymore, so like the wuss she was, she fled back into her room, closing the door and breathing hard. This was insane. They were insane. And yet, they seemed willing to play out her every fantasy. Was that terrifying, or was that enticing? She couldn’t decide.
In her fantasies, having two men ready and willing to fuck her and each other was pretty much her ideal, but when faced with the reality of it, something wasn’t clicking for her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were meant for each other, not for her. That she was intruding on a private, intimate moment between two lovers, not a welcome third party. Perhaps she was welcome, but only a plaything, adding to their fun while they fell madly in love with each other. Either way, it didn’t feel right. Did she want them to be madly in love with her?
They were quiet for a moment, waiting for her or whispering about how crazy she was acting, and she could hear them give up, start to move together. Sean made cute little whimpering noises as he was being fucked, so India knew exactly what was happening in the living room without even having to go look. She sunk down against the door with a frustrated groan, willing her mind to allow this crazy fantasy to happen but unable to get past the strange mental block.
She was and always would be awkward. This was why she had started going to the sex club. No one knew her, and everyone knew what to expect. No one gave her these fierce, frightening feelings deep in her chest. It was fun and orgasms and that was all.
Chapter 15 - Sean
Sean’s ass burned a little, both from the spanking and the fucking, but he and Enzo settled together into the safe house’s second bedroom for the third night in a row, their routine already a fairly established mix of fucking and stopping for snacks and rest. Enzo pulled him close, kissing his shoulder with a gruff sound that was all Enzo.
Earlier, one of the security guys had stuck his head in and gotten an eyeful. But he had let them know Moss wanted them to sleep at the safe house for one more night. And Enzo had offered Sean to the man for a fuck. What Sean hadn’t expected was for the man to say yes, and he had clung to Enzo, kissing him desperately as the big security guy used his ass roughly, like he was just a plaything, a hole to fuck. And he had loved it.
