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Slowly, Sas trained his stoney gaze on Rafe, like he was aware of the danger but wouldn’t go down without a fight. Did this man have no fear, or was he just supremely stupid? After having his ass beaten once today, he apparently wanted a second chance.
“Enough!” Graff, moving so quickly he seemed to appear between Sas and Rafe, placed a hand on either of their chests.
Both of them breathed heavily. We all did. The four of us were locked closely together in a tangle of limbs. Their hot breaths tickled my skin, and a thrill ran through me. I swore whatever this was bringing to life inside me was terribly, terribly wrong.
Because my panties were drenched.
I hadn’t been aroused like this in a long time, not since that college frat party. I had been searching for the bathroom when I stumbled in on three guys doing one cheerleader. Dang. I’d forgotten about that little eye-opening experience.
“Let Adelina go,” ordered Rafe to Sas.
“She’s my wife,” snapped Sas. “I can do what I want with her.”
“Not. Yet,” said Rafe, and I watched his thumb slide another millimeter toward the trigger.
“Not like that,” added Graff in a whispered tone. I thought I was the only one who heard him.
“Take your gun off me,” ordered Sas.
“Let. Her. Go.” The depths of Rafe’s dark eyes had blackened. His pupils also quivered as though they searched for other assailants while trying to take out the target at the end of his barrel.
“Both of you stop it now,” said Graff, sliding between me and the others.
My weight dropped back into my high heels, and I gasped.
Graff’s muscular back pressed against my front, and Sas had to twist to still hold my hair. It took one long moment of tense silence, my heartbeat beating like a drum line in my ears. I couldn’t breathe. Sas finally let go of my hair, and Rafe lowered his gun to his side.
“Adelina, go back to your bedroom,” commanded Rafe.
I began, “But?—”
“Now,” said Sas, not even looking at me.
“Come on,” said Graff, wrapping an arm around my waist and urging me toward the door near the long table.
I stumbled out of the fray and breathed in fresh air. Away from the three of them, I could finally draw in a good lungful of air and see through the hormonal haze. No bodies pressed against me. No more of their mingled scents fluttered into my nose.
And I missed it.
I needed to get farther away and clear my head before those dangerous thoughts threatened to suck me back into the hot-headed dick-measuring contest. Graff let me go at the door into the wing of rooms, and I walked in measured steps back to where Sas had stashed me before. Even though I wanted to run, I forced my legs to move slowly.
If I looked back, I might rejoin them, throwing myself into a situation I couldn’t find my way out of. Letting them devour every piece of me.
My bedroom was locked on the outside, and after I managed to get it open, I threw myself inside and slammed the door. But when I blinked, memories of what just happened flowed back through me.
More than I wanted to be free, and more than I needed my old life back, I wantedthat. I couldn’t name the craving, but whatever had been in the air back there, it could be addictive.
Chapter Twelve
RAFE
Grippingthe butt of my gun, I willed my twitchy finger away from the trigger and my pulse to slow.
We weren’t in the desert.
Sas was not a war enemy. In fact, if he knew half of what heshouldknow in order to lead a tight team of brothers, he could easily pull rank on me at any time. Thankfully, he was ignorant in the way of both organized crime—as he showed with the cartel—and leadership skills. He had passion for the club, and that could be crafted into something powerful. But it would take time.
Too many soldiers came in raw like him. Guns swinging. Proud of their gym-earned muscles. And cocks flashing at the first sign of pussy... or even the hint that there might be one in the room. And of all those young and dumb soldiers, I’d held too many dying hands as none of the gusto or pride could save them from a well-placed bullet. Or solidly designed IED.
