“Ohhh! Like a public beating or shaming or something?” I croon, grinning when his entire body tightens.
“Motherfucker,” he hisses, his eyes glued to the road ahead of us.
I sit back and do a little dance in my seat because now I know how I’m going to entertain myself this weekend. What I’m going to do, specifically, I don’t know. It seems being a handful, contrary and a general pain in the ass works on these guys… so I guess that’s what I’ll do.
Wow, it’s like I’ve been practicing for this my entire life.
My security team is hot. Actually, all the men, even the older guy, are good looking. Big, yet every single one of them filled out his suit jacket perfectly, telling me they were definitely custom and not off the rack. It’s obvious they keep themselves in great shape. When we stopped at their place, which was much nicer than I expected—I would have loved to take a tour of their modern, yet simple home—and they changed clothes… holy hotness! Each one of them decked out in form-fitted black T-shirts, black utility pants and black boots. They look like they just walked off an action film set, but as the stars or stunt doubles versus the security guards.
I’m so curious about their living situation. I mean, how do three testosterone-laden men like them live together? Is that their full-time home or just a place in the city where they crash and keep their gear? If it is their primary residence, how do they date? The upstairs had bedrooms and, presumably, bathrooms, but otherwise the main floor above the garage was a wide open floor plan with no privacy whatsoever.
Maybe they are together. Three super sexy men living together… I suppose it’s possible.
I look at Lee’s reflection, taking in the sharp angles of his face. He has a strong nose and a mid-length beard just long enough to tug. Slightly longer, dark sandy brown hair curls up at his neck, and I’m betting if he hung out in the sun, it would lighten to a dark blonde. He’s got brown eyes, slightly darker than his hair, and a prominent vein in his forehead that seems to get thicker around me. Maybe I’ll cause him an aneurysm before this is over. It won’t be the first time I’ve been told I was going to be the death of someone.
Case has a youthful face, but also a deep scar down his left eye and over his cheek that takes away any boyish charm. He’s slightly smaller than Lee—not as wide, but still plenty big. I’d say he’s at least six-two. Although his scar would be a distraction for some, because he has the most piercing blue eyes I’ve ever seen, I think the scar is more of an attraction. Add the brilliance of his eyes to the small cleft in his square, clean-shaven jaw and the man probably has no problem attracting whatever attention he requires.
But Porter. Good God, Porter. If he wants to change careers, I know a dozen photographers that would love to get their lenses and other things on him. He’s got dark hair, smooth, chiseled features, and gray eyes. That’s right, gray eyes that smolder at all times. And he has the plumpest lips made for kissing and whatever else he wants to do with them. Just thinking about them has me squirming in my seat again.
Could you imagine these three falling into bed together? I’ve seen my fair share of gay porn, and those guys are gorgeous, but these three could make bank. Again, I know a couple people… maybe I should offer to make a few connections?
“What?” he growls, startling me out of my salacious thoughts. It takes a minute for me to realize he’s talking to whoever is in his head via the little earpiece I noticed he and the others wear.
“How do you have a cell signal and I don’t?” I scoff, grabbing my phone and checking the screen again.
“Where?” His gaze flicks to me and then back to the road. “There’s a scenic lookout two miles ahead. We’ll pull over there.”
He turns to me, his expression grim. “Put your seatbelt on, now.”
Although he’s always been serious with me, there’s something about his tone that tells me not to fight him on this. I snap my seatbelt in place, looking over each shoulder to stare out of the windows. “Is something wrong?”
“We’re pulling off for a quick break, but you will stay in the car.”
“But—”
“Ms. Krushner, I will handcuff you to the fucking seat if you do not heed me.” He pulls the vehicle off the road and puts it in park, but leaves the engine running. His body is tight and primed like a warrior sizing up the enemy, but as I look around, all I see are the guys in the other vehicle and no one else.
“Heed?”
Unbuckling his seatbelt, he turns to me with his hand on the door handle. “These windows are blacked out and bulletproof. However, I would appreciate it if you would lie down.”
Instinctively, I hunker down, shaking my head with my lack of understanding. “But—”
“Good girl.” He slips out of the car, pulling his gun from its holster and tucking it into the back of his pants. Closing the door, I hear the door locks engage.
Good girl?I don’t know why, but I kind of like hearing it. I peek out the side window and then out the back as Lee, Case and Porter meet between the vehicles. Their eyes are locked on the road, watching as each car passes, but for what, I don’t know.
Seeing the men standing there as a tightly formed group, visibly animated in their conversation, there’s something powerful and sexy about the three of them together. I bet when they are on their downtime they make women swoon by their dominant personalities. But how could a girl choose? Each one is panty-melting in his own way.
Lee puts his hand behind his back and grips his weapon as an old, tan van slows down before speeding away. Is that why we pulled over? Is somebody following us?
I pull on the handle, intent on jumping out of the car, but the door doesn’t budge. Then I see the murderous look in Lee’s eye as he glances at the car, fully aware of what I just tried to do.
Feeling oddly reprimanded, I sag against the backseat and use my bag as a pillow. This sucks. Even though I want to be controlled, I don't like being told what to do. I need to go see my therapist because I don’t even understand what I need sometimes. I just know I have this ache inside me that has never even come close to being filled by the boyfriends I’ve had.