The investigator who took Adrianne’s statement at the cafe took ours as well, and while he wasn’t nearly as nice to us as he was to her, we didn’t end up back in handcuffs. “Thank you again, sir,” Adrianne said as they let us go.
He all but blushed. “If you need anything at all, Ms. Montoya, extra security or anything, please call me.” He gave her his card.
Once we were all out in the sunshine, Ethan plucked the card from her fingers. “Do you think we’ll need this?” he asked her.
Adrianne shook her head. “But don’t throw it away here,” she said. “That would be rude.” She slid her arm through mine. “Take me back to the hotel.”
22
ADRIANNE
I couldn’t stop shaking. Nor could I get rid of the image of that gun pointed at my face. Every time I so much as blinked for too long, there it was. Along with the images of Ryan’s bleeding head and Callan’s torn torso. I needed something to distract me from the very loud, very scary place my head kept trying to take me.
When we got back to the hotel, Ethan took my hand in the lobby, and I didn’t fight it. We got to the elevator, and Callan held me against his uninjured side on the ride up to our floor. As we stepped off the elevator, Foster swept me up into his arms and carried me down the hallway. He bypassed their room completely and walked toward mine. Callan and Ethan trailed after us.At least we’re all on the same page, I thought.
Once we were in my suite, Foster crowded me against the wall, slanting his mouth over mine and kissing the breath out of me. “You were so brave,” he murmured to me. “I’m so sorry that I put you through that.”
I cupped his face and met his eyes. Foster looked so guilty, and I realized how much he was probably beating himself up. That helped push back some of the darkness in my head. “I demanded that we flush him out,” I reminded him. “It was a good idea. He’s locked up. He’s not going to be bothering us again.”
If I said the words enough, I’d start to believe them, right? Foster nodded and kissed me again, holding me against him like he was afraid I was going to disappear. When he pulled back, Ethan was there. He danced me out from in between Foster and the wall. Our mouths met in a tangled rush, and his tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting me.
He slipped away, and Callan was in his place. His movements were more delicate, cautious with the injury, but he still pulled me in for a kiss that left my head spinning. “Take your clothes off?” he pleaded.
Raw need broke over me. I needed their hands and their mouths and their bodies. I needed their comfort and love. My hands shook as I stripped off my clothes and dropped them on the floor. It wasn’t a seduction. I wanted to be bare before them as quickly as possible. While Ethan and Foster did the same, I helped Callan remove his clothes. “Let’s try not to pop any of your stitches, okay?” I said, eyeing the white gauze that was taped to his abdomen.
He looked down. “We’ll do our best,” he said and swept me into his arms, groaning when my body pressed against his. “How is it that you always feel this good, huh?”
I smiled. “Natural talent.”
Callan chuckled, and Ethan came up and wrapped himself behind me. I leaned back against him and enjoyed the moment of being pressed in between them. “Do you want us?” Ethan asked, lips kissing the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
“Like I’ve never wanted anyone in my entire life,” I said.
I could feel him smile against me. “Tell us how.”
An image came to mind, and I felt my cheeks heat up. Callan touched my cheek. “That’s a pretty color,” he said. “What just went through your head?”
I stared up at Callan, and what I wanted just clicked. I wriggled out from their arms and took both of their hands. I started toward the bedroom, pulling them along.
“Come to bed,” I said to Foster, who nodded. When we reached the bed, I dropped their hands. “Callan, lie down,” I said. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
He blinked but then moved to the bed and settled on his back in the middle of the mattress. He was already hard and wrapped a hand around himself and stroked.
“It’s hot when you take charge, Princess.”
I watched him touch himself for a moment. I almost wanted to demand that he come that way because I wanted to see it... but not today. Not after everything that happened. I turned and looked at Ethan and Foster. “I want all of you,” I said.
Ethan’s smile lit up his eyes. “We figured as much.”
I shook my head. “You don’t understand,” I said.
Foster’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion. “So help us understand, baby.”
I took a breath. “Do you still have the lube that you used on the plane?” I asked Ethan, who nodded. “Can you go get it?” Ethan stared at me for a moment, and then all I saw was his back retreating from the room.
Foster’s eyes glazed over with lust. “Adrianne... you don’t have to do that,” he said. “There are other ways for us—”
“I want to,” I cut him off and then met all of their eyes. “Can we try?”