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"You're shaking," Ice said in my ear. "If it wasn't your mother's wedding, I'd take you away and get straight to the part where we enjoy being handcuffed together."
His words shouldnothave sent heat through my body. They definitely shouldn't have made me wet. They should have horrified me. What was happening to me? Had I been hit in the head and forgot about it? Because these thoughts were not normal. Not even close.
"Is that before or after you explain everything?" I found myself asking.
"I think after would be best," he said. "I don't think I could perform with you looking at me like that. Like you're not sure of me. Not sure if you can trust me." He looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn't. I presumed that was part of the conversation later.
Mannix drove the car through the gates and they clanged shut behind us.
The moment they met, it was difficult to breathe. It was like metal meeting metal cut off my oxygen. Like the full weight of the gates pressed down on my lungs.
Mannix parked the car in the garage and Ice helped me out.
Mannix gave me a long, unreadable look before he led us back toward the house.
Chapter Six
Kennedy
"The gate code has been changed," Mannix said. "I need to get my jacket and tie on and see if Dad is ready. Ice, take that handcuff off her. Help her get changed into her bridesmaid dress. Don't get distracted."
Clearly he saw the way Ice looked at me. Like maybe the wedding could go ahead without us. That maybe people wouldn't notice if we didn't show. As if somehow I could think about anything like fucking right now.
All I felt at this moment was trapped, confused, and worried about what Mum and Leo would say. After the conversation the other day where Mum threatened to keep me away from the guys, things were a little tense between them. If she blamed them for me taking off, the situation could get a whole shit load worse.
What was that quote about tangled webs? This one was getting tangled tighter and tighter. The more I struggled against the strands, the worse it got.
"Ares, stand guard," Mannix snapped before he left the room.
Ares glared after his back, but closed the door and stood in front of it, arms crossed over his chest.
I tried my best to ignore him, because the aura of dominance and masculinity rolled off him in heavy waves. I wanted to drink it in; at the same time, I wanted to punch him.
Ice looked regretful, but took the key out of his pocket and unlocked his handcuff, then mine. He pushed both of them into his pocket and smiled.
"Something for later." He waved in the direction of my walk-in wardrobe. "I tidied up in there a bit for you. I'm sure you'll like it." He wasn't even slightly apologetic for going through my stuff. Why was he even in there at all? Maybe I was better off not knowing.
"Um, thanks." Okay, everything was hung there nicely, but it was so nice it was weird. I grabbed the dress off the hanger and shoved a couple of things apart, and a couple of other things closer together. As acts of defiance went, it was juvenile. Whatever, it made me feel better.
"Turn around." I took the dress off the hanger and held it in one hand.
Both guys looked at me and frowned.
"What?" Ares asked.
"I said, turn around." I made a turning gesture with one raised finger. "I'm getting changed and if you insist on being in the room with me, you can turn around and look the other way. What do you think I'm going to do? Jump out the window?"
"I wouldn't be that lucky." Ares turned around to face the door.
I smirked at his back. I might even have mouthed, "Fuck off." At this point, it couldn't make things much worse for me.
Ice was more reluctant to turn around, but he eventually did.
It took me approximately ten seconds to realise he could see my reflection in the mirror.
I moved deeper into my wardrobe and turned my back. Maybe it was silly. It wasn't as though Ice hadn't seen me naked, but I wanted some control over my existence. Even if it was only this tiny amount.
I stepped back into the dress and pulled the straps over my shoulders.
