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"Sarah, that’s Beckett, Aston, and Keaton, the three guys I inherited from my aunt. Beckett, Aston, and Keaton, this is Sarah, my best friend."
"Her only friend, I should add, because I made the cut," Sarah said before she shyly shook their hands, then had the daring audacity to whisperdick lustsin Rayne’s ear as she passed her by.
"You ready?" she asked. "Oh, there’s coffee, orange juice, and croissants over there," Sarah said to the men, still smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl.
"I’m totally ready. I’m getting a Brazilian wax done today," she said deliberately loud and clear enough for them to hear. She planned to savor the moment when they immediately backtracked to the coffee station. "Enjoy your coffee and croissants," she added extra sweetly. She really wished they didn’t affect her as much as they did.
"We’ll be coming with you," Beckett said, in his usual declaring voice, because that’s what he did. He declared things and expected them to be his law.
"You understand, Sarah, we can’t have a breach in our surveillance of Ms. Bradshaw," Aston said calmly and reasonably. Rayne had no doubt that if Aston had asked Sarah to take a bite of a Carolina chili with that same tone of voice, Sarah would nod enthusiastically and do his bidding.
"You don’t mind, do you, Sarah?" Keaton added in that maddeningly sexy voice of his that dripped with velvet huskiness and exploding ovaries and sex.
Sarah giggled nonstop and basically sounded as if it were the best idea in the freaking world.
Rayne wanted to bite her head off. Theirs too.
"I don’t think you three know what a Brazilian wax is," Rayne said, annoyed. This was not how she predicted it would go down.
"24/7, Rayne. We’re just doing our jobs," Beckett said seriously.
"You thinking of canceling your appointment on account of us?" Keaton asked, grinning fully at her.
"Wouldn’t you just prefer if I did that?" she asked sassily, instantly regretting this game she had started. It was too late to pull out now, so she would have to suffer the consequences of lying on her back with her legs spread wide apart while her best friend smeared hot wax on her pussy and then ripped it off, all while her three bossy bodyguards stood in the room with her.
Maybe afterward, she could find herself a high cliff and do with it what must be done.
Chapter Seven
This girl was seriously going to be the death of them. It was already a week later, and it got worse and worse. She had taken two weeks off from work, clearly because she couldn’t handle them invading her space. But fuck, having her so near and not being able to touch her...
They were so fucking stupid, thinking they could hide her body in fucking sweats and hoodies and a few long dresses and cotton panties. She hadn’t stopped haunting them, and she wouldn't, whether she wore a trash bag or was completely naked. They knew what her body looked like, and nothing she put over it could conceal her perfectly round ass, her cock-hardening hips, that tiny waist of hers, and, fuck, her breasts that made them thirst to suck from her.
It had been as clear as day that she desperately wanted them to back out of going into a room with her where her damn sweet pussy would be on display while her best friend worked on her. The amount of control they had exercised, not to grab her and make her theirs, had been legendary.
Knowing that she was silky-smooth and velvety soft under her clothes, the days following that killed them. Watching her sleep, or pretend to sleep, or just read, was torture like no other. But they weren’t going to touch her. They owed that much to Patrick, for whatever his part in them appearing in her life. She was off-limits. If they could dodge bullets, they could certainly keep their dicks out of her. That was a promise that was reaffirmed each night when they sat in the main bedroom of their house, a room that none of them had used before but which had now become hers and only hers for as long as they lived.
She had turned their lives upside down, left her scent behind on everything she touched, and made everything that was theirs hers, and she hadn’t even realized she was doing it. She didn’t understand her power over them, and they answered to no one else except Patrick, the man who had raised them when they had lost everyone else in their family.
Beckett, Aston, and Keaton had been born around the same time. Their mothers had been best friends, and they lived next door to each other. They went on vacations together until the last one, on some secluded island, when they had lost every single member of their family when the hotel building collapsed and crushed them to death, leaving only the three of them to survive. They were eight years old at the time. In the midst of the chaos, they were snatched by a local gang that demanded ransom from the American embassy.
A few people tried to find them but failed. No one wanted to pay the meager ransom amount, and soon after two years of being in captivity under horrendous conditions, they were stowed away on a ship bound for America. They couldn’t remember much about their families, so it was easy to put them up in foster care. Until Patrick Riggs found them.
Aston, Keaton, and he had lost every single person they knew that day.
Their parents, their grandparents.
Now they were going to be haunted forever by the presence Rayne was leaving in their lives.
But there was something else going on with her. She had given them lots of clues, and now it was interrogation time. The first had been when she slipped up in Montgomery’s office and saidthey were going to kill her.The second piece of evidence was when she glanced at her phone after it had beeped the night before, three nights after getting her pussy waxed.
Someone was threatening her. It wasn’t dangerous enough that it had pinged their radar, but there was something going on with her, and now she was going to give them the answers they wanted. She didn’t need to know that whoever was threatening her was already a dead man.
It was already past midnight when her phone beeped as she read in bed, and for the third time, she couldn’t clear her expression quickly enough. She also tried to look happier than she felt.
"You want to tell us who’s threatening you?" They stood up from the three chairs that had become their beds. They were used to it. They could sleep exactly for ten minutes and carry out intricate missions without fucking up.
"What?" she asked, her eyes a mixture of surprise and anxiousness as she looked up at them standing at the foot of the bed. She kicked the cover off and climbed to her feet, her phone under her arm as she crossed them over her chest and started to pace.
