Page 9 of Entangled in Them

I folded my arms over my chest. “So, what we’re saying, here, is that we’re stuck with her.”

“Yeah, but for how long?” Kodee said. “Days? Weeks? What if the Capellos don’t come back for her at all?”

We all turned to look back over at where she was sitting. She must have sensed our combined gazes on her, and she peeped at us across her shoulder, caught us all looking, and ducked her head back down, focusing on her hands instead. What must she be thinking? I would have put money on this not being the normal reaction when she was handed over to a group of men. I switched my attention to Kodee and Dillon. Kodee was more than happy to have a woman around, and Dillon was a horny little fuck and didn’t care if it was pussy or cock he was getting, just as long as it turned him on. I’d definitely always been more into men—though that hadn’t been the reason I’d joined the Army. It wasn’t that I had anything against women. I’d just never come across one who made me feel things the way a guy did. I liked it when the person I was with took control, and that normally wasn’t going to be the woman.

I scowled over at the girl. I hoped she didn’t intend on sliding into our setup and stepping into my role.

“Well, we can’t just leave her sitting on the couch,” Dillon said. “She’s going to need somewhere to sleep.”

I shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with the couch.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want her just sitting there, all day every day?”

“I hope you’re not suggesting she shares your bed,” I snapped at him.

Dillon shrugged. “You got a better suggestion?”

“Yeah, I’ll go in with Kodee. She can have mine.”

“You’re giving up your bed for her?” Dillon said in disbelief.

“Only so you’re not tempted to slip her a little cock when both our backs are turned.”

“All right, you two,” Kodee intervened. “Quit it. She can have my room, and I’ll go in with Ryan.”

That probably worked better. There were some things I needed in my room that I didn’t want to have to explain to her.

“Where are your belongings?” Kodee called out to her.

Realizing she was being addressed, she lifted her head. “I don’t have anything. My owners normally provide me with what they want me to wear. Most men prefer their women to be dressed in a certain way.”

“So, you don’t have anything with you? No belongings? No suitcase?”

She gave a tiny apologetic shrug.

Kodee exhaled a long breath of exasperation and went to the front door. He opened it, checking no suitcase had been left for her in the hallway, and turned back to us.

“We don’t have anything... feminine... in the apartment,” he said.

She didn’t even have a change of underwear with her—not that I wanted to think about what her panties were like.

“I’ll go out and pick her up some stuff,” Dillon said.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “You know how to shop for a woman?”

“No, of course not. But those places have plenty of female shop assistants. A cheeky smile and bit of extra eye contact, and they’ll be falling over themselves to help me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

She really wasn’t wearing much at all right now. The straps of her dress were threads, and the hem barely covered her ass. She didn’t look like she had enough body fat on her to keep her warm, never mind the lack of clothing. It wasn’t as though it was cold in the apartment, but I still felt like she should be wearing more.

“Get her something normal,” I told Dillon. “Don’t go buying her slutty clothing. Get her jeans and t-shirts.”

“Jesus, what do you take me for?”

“A horndog who might decide this is the perfect opportunity to dress a woman up however the hell he likes.”

Dillon smirked, and I knew I’d been on the right track.

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