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"You're married to my brother."
"Pfffttt." She waved her hand in the air.
"Knight Security has a rule we can't fuck married women."
Her eyes popped fully open. "Really? Why?"
"Holdover from the military. KS doesn't adopt a lot of the old school rules, but that one the brothers decided to keep. Have to ask them why, but I've seen some ugly brawls go down when another man's wife is involved."
"What do they do if you break it?"
"Don't know." I shrugged. "Probably a fine or you get fired. I ain't gonna find out. The money's too good to blow it on a rule like that. Besides, I don't have sex with married women or virgins."
She laughed. "Well, I'm both."
I groaned and angled away from her as I lay down fully on my back. "That you are. Goodnight, my little rebel." At least this bed was a California king. The other beds I'd slept in with her were tiny compared to this.
"I'm not a rebel." She crossed her arms under her chest and puffed up her boobs as she stared up at the ceiling.
"Sure you're not." I turned out the light, so I couldn't see how hot she looked in the new outfit she was wearing. It was simple jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, but something about the way Stella had hooked her up made her even hotter than she was in her little white panties and argyle sweaters.
"I'm not."
I chuckled and kept quiet. Talking in bed with Wren was dangerous. I needed all my focus on ignoring my boner and creating space between us. Cute pouting and a debate on her virtue, I did not need to see or hear.
"I need to brush my teeth," she said.
"Go ahead."
"How?"
"Use mine," I threw out. I had no issues with germs.
"I can't do that."
"Then finger brush it. I don't give a shit."
"Why does that sound dirty?" She scowled at me.
"I mean just brush your teeth with your finger and some toothpaste."
"Oh." She climbed out of the bed, and I kept my eyes closed while she scuttled her feet over to the bathroom. Okay, maybe I peeked at her ass as she wandered in and turned on the light.
I groaned as I imagined her in there checking out my toiletries. A razor on the counter, a bar of soap in the shower, some hair gel maybe, my frayed toothbrush. Lots of condoms if she looked in a drawer. What did she think of this place? It was a dump to me, gear piled up in the corners. She probably thought it was fancy if she thought the Six Sands was an appropriate honeymoon destination.
"Magnum!"
"What?"
"There's a gun in here!"
Oh yeah, and that. "Stop snoopin' around. It ain't loaded anyway."
I heard the water running and her rushing around like she was in a hurry to get away from the scary gun monster. The girl wanted to kill someone but couldn't handle five minutes alone with a weapon.
She came out and stood stiffly by the bathroom door. I chuckled at her wide-eyed expression. "You survive your trip to my bathroom?"
"That was an experience." Her chest heaved, and she clung to the doorway a little too tight.
