"Mrs. Carter."
"Oh, hey, sorry. Sax said he could give us a lift home, but if that's not cool, we can wait for a ride."
"No. I mean, of course, that's fine."
"Thank you."
He nodded and went back to his phone, and I finally managed to grab a seat. It was the oddest SUVs, having two bench seats facing each other and a plexiglass divider between the back and front. Sitting across from Atticus, I buckled up and tried to be as professional as I could. Jude sat next to me, Sax joining Atticus on his side. Once we were all seated, it took off, and I wondered briefly how they knew when to go. It seemed like some kind of alpha male intuition was at play.
"Thank you for your help in there. I was clueless on what to do."
"It was my pleasure. Agent Clark owed me a favor anyway."
"Oh wow, that's generous of you." Heat rose up my neck, not sure how to respond to that. When I realized I hadn't told Sax my address, I turned to him, hoping he had some more of that magic to communicate to the driver. "Um, do you need, like, my address?" I was floundering all over myself in Atticus's presence.
Sax smiled at my question, probably knowing what was happening. "You're too cute, spitfire. No, we do not need your address."
"Okay, that's not creepy or anything," I muttered to myself before remembering Sax had dropped me off. It still didn't explain how Atticus' magic car knew.
Jude laughed at my comment, stifling it under his breath, causing me to laugh with him. I think the night had finally caught up with me. Checking my phone, it was way past midnight. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
"What were you doing out so late, Mrs. Carter? If you don't mind me asking?"
"Oh, um, well, I had kickboxing class, and then I decided to go to a club."
My answer had Sax and Atticus both looking at me, clearly more interested now.
"Which club?"
"Well, I didn't make it there, so it doesn't matter. I got Jude's call on the train, and after I wrestled my phone back from the asshole who tried to take it, I ran off the platform and made my way here."
I didn't know why I'd told them everything, but something about Atticus made me spill all my secrets. His gaze was unrelenting, and I had a deep desire to please him. My mention of the incident had them tensing before they started firing questions off at me.
"Which train?"
"What did he look like?"
"Was he alone?"
"What did he say?"
"Umm… hold up. You guys are making my head spin. I don't remember what train because I kind of zoned out. He had two other guys with him. He said a bunch of stuff I can't remember. Some comment about showing me how to use my mouth," I mumbled, blushing. "Um, he was kind of handsome. Had tattoos, dark hair, I dunno. It all happened so fast. He wouldn't give me my phone, and it pissed me off, so I twisted his balls and then ran off with my phone."
They hadn't expected the last part based on the opened mouth expressions across from me. Jude was the first to break the silence.
"That's badass, Loren!" he chuckled before cringing at his use of a cuss word in my presence.
Knocking his shoulder, I agreed with him. "Yeah, it kind of was badass, huh?"
"Definitely." He smiled, relieved I wasn't offended.
The two across from me sat stunned the rest of the way to my condo, no longer firing questions at me. I felt a little proud at having silenced them. A few minutes later, we pulled up to my building. Exiting the car, I stopped and turned before shutting the door.
"Thank you for your help. It meant a lot to me. Good night, fellas."
Kissing Sax on the cheek, I winked at Atticus before I shut the door. I happened to see Sax's knowing grin and what appeared to be a slight blush on Atticus' face. Smiling, I took Jude's arm in mine and led him up to my apartment. After a brief tour, we both headed to bed, exhaustion weighing us both down.
I hadn't made it to the club, but the darkness had been satiated for now. Lying in bed, I felt the last tendrils of it evaporate off my skin as I plunged my fingers into my pussy. I played Sax's words over in my head, imagining them coming to life and what it would've been like had he taken me in the small room.
Only this time, I found myself also picturing Atticus on the other side of the glass watching, stroking himself as Sax plunged his cock deep in me. My breasts bounced from the force, his muscles clenching with each thrust. Atticus' hand gliding over his hard cock, the cuff of his sleeve a contrast to his flushed skin. The vision of him in his suit, cock out, and stroking it did something to me.
Within seconds, I found myself climaxing and my body soaring as I fell into a boneless heap. A question began to plague my mind as I fell asleep, just who were Sax and Atticus? It was becoming apparent they were more than met the eye. The real question, though, was whether I cared at this point. Dreams of dangerous men in suits and forbidden desires swirled in my mind as I moved against my sheets, a wish on my breath that it was real.