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“How do you know it’s not the Tulip Broker himself?” Little Bird questions, attempting to turn to face him, but I tighten my grip on her neck, not wanting her attention off me.
Cole scoffs, not even glancing up from his computer. “This is the skill of someone who dedicates themselves to the craft. That bastard doesn’t have the brain capacity to learn the intricacies behind coding like this.”
It doesn’t pass my notice that he’s bragging about himself in the same breath, and I’m sure everyone else picks up on it too.
“I’m guessing that means you want me to keep driving there instead of going to the secondary airfield?” Vander clarifies, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror.
“I’m not getting on another plane, maybe ever,” Grayson cuts in.
It won’t be possible with how much I foresee us traveling in the future, but we can wait for the memory to fade before getting on one again.
“Obviously,” Cole growls. “I need to make sure they can’t attack again through the car.”
“They can do that?” Little Bird asks. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t try to glance at him again. No, she nuzzles closer to me, her nose brushing against mine in a gentle caress. I love it when I make her act softer than she’s used to. Although, at this point, it might not be as out of the norm.
“You can hack anything that has a system of rules. And our vehicles are becoming more and more advanced with the technology they put in them—they even connect to the internet now to allow software updates.” His fingers fly across the keyboard. “I can’t wait to take down the Tulip fucker to either put this hacker on my team or to kill them. I can’t have someone this good out there competing with me.”
“Should I be jealous?” Little Bird’s eyes narrow, giving me the death glare meant for Cole. I’m not sure if she’s thinking about killing him or the hacker. Probably both, knowing her.
Cole tends to be a one-track man when he’s working, but that never excludes his woman. He always gives her his full attention, which means her comment has him immediately peering up from his computer and fixing himself on her.
This time, I release my hold when he reaches to pinch her chin in his fingers and turns her head toward him. His gaze softens when he looks at her, something he doesn’t do for anyone else.
“Absolutely not. You’re never in competition with someone else.” He coaxes her across the middle seat so he can kiss her. It’s a chaste press of their lips. He probably wants nothing more than that because the temptation of losing yourself in her is hard to deny. “You’re my everything. There’s no point in existing without you.”
She preens with his admission. Little Bird loves being the center of our universe. And she’s that person for everyone in this car.
“That reminds me,” Cole continues. His gaze fixates on me. “I promised her an orgasm. Do you mind giving her one to tide her over until I can do it myself? I have a feeling I'll be busy for a while."
I never had reservations about sharing my little bird. One look at her and you can tell she's a maneater, you can't contain her to only one man. I couldn't be more thankful that I realized it from the start, because had I not, I would've ended up killing the rest of them. Sharing and me don't mix. Not until I met her. Somehow, we all fit perfectly together.
It just works.
Seamlessly.
And nothing could prove it more than the fact Cole is asking me to pleasure her in his place. Even if he plans to do it again later. I'll enjoy watching. Or perhaps joining, if the mood strikes.
"I’d love nothing more," I growl in her ear, even if I'm responding to him. It sends a shiver down her spine, and her ass wiggles against my cock, waking him up. Grayson smirks, turning in his seat to watch, and Vander moves the rearview mirror so he doesn't miss the show even if he has to drive.
We're a bunch of fucked up, damaged men, but a family nonetheless. A much better one than what I grew up with. The reminder of being interrupted from sharing my last secret creeps in on me, threatening to ruin the mood. I fucking hate lies, and a secret is practically the same thing.
I choose to shove it down, it can wait ’til after I make my little bird sing her delight for everyone to hear. The mental picture has my hands running along her body, needing to touch her before my thoughts get in the way. They have a way of sneaking up on me and consuming everything in their path.
"You can't hand away the rights to give me orgasms." She tries to sound irritated by it, but the way her nipples pebble under my palm at the same time shows she doesn't truly mean it. That and the way she presses her back into me, arching her spine and slightly widening her legs.
She doesn’t fool me. I eat, sleep, and breathe everything Raven. I know her better than she knows herself. My personality has become consumed with everything regarding her. I know how to make her body react to every little touch I offer. And I'll make her sink into that soft place she pretends to hate. But really, she fucking needs it. She craves it even if she doesn't know it.
"Are you going to come for me, Little Bird?" I whisper into her ear, although with how in tune the guys are to everything regarding her, I know they hear too.
A breathy sigh escapes her, one that turns into a moan as I wrap my fingers around her neck, making her tilt her head back onto my shoulder. My other hand has already made its way to the edge of her panties, where I tease my touch along the edge of them.
"Not sure," she huffs out. "Depends on if you plan on teasing me all day instead of taking it from me."
Oh, my little bird thinks she can goad me into doing things the way she wants. She won’t like the consequences. I'll take things even slower now. Something about making her uncomfortable makes me feel like I've truly accomplished something. I'm the only one who's able to make her realize when I’m intentionally dismantling her walls brick by brick.
It fuels my dark soul. There's nothing better than replacing the most polluted parts of myself with her.
"I like the idea of teasing you," I rasp. "I think your other men will enjoy it, too. There isn't a better way to spend our time on the road than watching you fall apart in my arms. Maybe pass you around. Use you until you're begging to cuddle instead."
