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I am in a lovely, open conservatory style room with lots of plants and greenery and a comfy looking sectional sofa. Sitting around it are the rest of the aforementioned Team Bastards. I gaze around the room, taking everyone in. Lathan smiles brightly and waves, and Bishop gives me a nod, but those are the only responses I get. Dayton, Anders, and Max won’t even look at me.
Fuck my life, it’s going to be a long night.
“Alright, let’s get this shit all out in the open. Two of you gave me orgasms today, and I reciprocated for another. One wasn’t strictly case related, but who cares? Get over yourselves. If that’s what it takes to get the job done, well, we just suck it up and get over it. I will not have your issues making this difficult.” I nudge my Doc Martins off and groan when my toes can breathe again. I love my boots, but I also love removing them.
The room explodes into noise as all of them get to their feet and start yelling, but I just hold up a hand, and they fall silent. “Not to mention your bullshit gatekeeping crap you have going on. I still haven’t received a full account of all of your talents, and I was shocked to discover Miller living at the same location I am and playing the same kind of role. All of this was sprung on me, not to mention the crap with those two.” I point between the Turner brothers, who at least have the grace to look embarrassed. “I seriously thought he was one of the bad guys” —I point to Max— “and I was wondering whether you were in on it too.” I shift my finger to Ryland.
“So your spy skills aren’t so great after all then,” Miller sneers sarcastically, and I flip him off.
“Fuck you, Miller. I bet I have information that none of you have yet.”
“Hold up, who the fuck gave you orgasms today?” Lathan asks, all wide-eyed and unable to hide his amusement.
Ryland chuckles. “And I want to know who you gave an orgasm to.” He looks accusingly at his teammates.
Both Max and Anders put their hands up sheepishly. Oh snap, I did give Max one while I was dry humping him. Well good, I don’t feel so embarrassed after all.
“What the fuck?” Bishop demands. “When did this all happen? And why haven’t you given us all the dirty details?”
Oh wow, okay, it looks like communication is lacking within the team too, but Bishop seems more interested in hearing about how and not why.
“Calm down, Bish, we were waiting to share with the whole team once Anders returned. There was no point in going over it more than once.” Dayton tries to placate his team member, but he just looks pissed. Yeah, it’s not fun to be kept out of the loop, is it?
“Do either of you want a drink before we get started?” Max asks Miller and I politely, and I can see the others all have a beer in front of them.
“I’ll have a beer. Thanks, Max.” Miller’s fucking mood swings are going to give me whiplash. He’s so polite to his team member, which is the complete opposite of what he is to me.
“I’m fine, just a glass of water please,” I tell him, and Max finally looks at me.
“Are you sure? I have wine and liquor if you don’t want a beer.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m good. I took a couple of my painkillers before I came, so I don’t want to mix the two.”
His eyes fill with worry. “Are you okay?”
I wave a hand and look around for somewhere to sit. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just ache, and it’s been a long-ass day.”
“Here, take my seat. It’s the least I can do after springing this afternoon on you.” Max moves from the large recliner he was sitting in.
“Thanks, I won’t argue with you this time,” I say gratefully, placing my phone and bike keys on the little table next to the chair. When I sink down, he leans over me and pushes a switch on the side of the chair. The footrest lifts up, and the back slides backward, but I’m too busy inhaling Max’s scent to pay attention. Holy fuck, he smells so good, and my mind goes back to our little dry humping session from this afternoon. That does not help the ache that built inside my body on the ride here.
He stands back up and stares down at me, looking pleased. “I’ll just go and get the drinks, and then we can get started.” He turns and leaves, and I realize everyone is staring at me.
Lathan is still grinning, and of course Miller is scowling, but Bishop, Anders, and Dayton are all frowning. Before I can ask what the fuck their problem is, Ryland takes a seat at my feet, grabbing one and giving it a squeeze.
“It’s nice to finally meet you properly. Kenzie, right?” Ryland’s thumb pushes right into my arch, and it feels so fucking good, a moan of pleasure escapes my mouth before I can stop it. He freezes, and his eyes widen minutely.
I grimace. “Sorry, my feet are sore, and that felt amazing. Yes, Kenzie is right, but let’s stick to Mac for now because we don’t want to fuck up at school or somewhere important.”
“Okay, cool. So how was your first day? What did Mr. Marshall want with you?” Ryland keeps rubbing my feet, and my eyes just about roll back in my head.
I try to pull my foot out of his hands, but he just holds on tight.
“Relax, I’m just helping out a team member, one who’s hurting. I would do this for any of them.”
Lathan snorts. “Like fuck you would rub any of our feet.”
Ryland flips him off. “That’s because your feet stink. I rub Miller’s.” He points at the surly member of the group, and I feel my eyebrows jump in surprise. Miller just grunts and crosses his arms defensively. “And if anyone else asked, I would.”
