“What happened to her? Is she hurt? Sick? What the fuck is going on? Why is she sitting in some filthy alleyway, half-conscious?”
“Aleki,” she murmured. Why was he so mad? Her Aleki never got angry.
Well, there was one time when she’d gone out with her friends and hadn’t replied to his texts. He’d gotten mad and threatened to spank her if she did it again. She’d been shocked at the fear-fueled anger coming from her gentle giant.
But everyone had their breaking point.
“What is she saying?” Aleki asked. “She’s mumbling and I can’t understand her.”
“Something about spankings and giants,” Wolfe replied.
Cool fingers pressed to her neck, taking her pulse.
“Fuck. She’s burning up,” Caleb snapped. “We have to get her out of here.”
“I’ll call an ambulance,” Aleki said.
“No!” she cried out. “No ambulance.”
“Oh, jelly bean, what happened to you?” Caleb crooned.
Jelly bean. She’d always secretly loved that nickname.
Fingers brushed down her face. She tried to lean into his touch. How long since someone had touched her so sweetly? Since someone had even pretended to care?
“It’s going to be okay, jelly bean,” Caleb told her.
Where was Wolfe? He was quiet. It seemed that even in her dreams, he was unforgiving.
What would it be like to have Wolfe want her? All-consuming. She’d have to be careful that he didn’t take over. Completely rule her. Hell, just one of them would be hard to take. Imagine all three at once. Caleb with his careful, but firm dominance. Aleki with his big personality but gentle nature. And Wolfe. Loyal. Unforgiving. Overprotective.
“Missed you guys,” she muttered.
“We’ve missed you too, jelly bean,” Caleb said gently. “But we’re here now. We need to get you to the hospital.”
“I can’t,” she said in a panicked voice. “They’ll find me if I go to the hospital.”
There was a beat of silence. This was a very weird dream. Usually, in her dreams, they forgave her, and then they all ended up in bed together.
She sighed. She bet they were really good in bed. Not like William. He’d been a total dud. Jerk hadn’t worried about getting her off.
“Two-pump chump.”
“What was that?” Aleki asked.
“She said two-pump chump,” Wolfe repeated. They all sounded so close. If she could move, she might try to touch them. “Something you want to tell us, Aleki?”
“Fuck off, man,” Aleki said without heat. “I always guarantee a hundred percent satisfaction. It’s my Samoan blood. Gives me stamina.”
Someone was running their hands over her, feeling for something. She tried to move away. She didn’t want anyone touching her. As she slid to the side, her arm protested. She let out a cry of pain.
“Easy, jelly bean. I’m not trying to hurt you. I just need to check where you’re injured.”
“She’s got something wrapped around her arm,” Wolfe said and there was a tugging at her arm.
She screamed in agony.
“Fuck, what are you doing, Caleb? Stop it!” Aleki snarled.