Page 44 of KAI Tortured

She grins and stalks out of the room buck naked. “Coffee’s on the way.”

MAISY

After a night I will never forget, if only because they left me wanting them more than I could ever have imagined, I woke up safe, sated, and surrounded by my men. But the moment I opened my eyes, I took what was mine. Logan and Kai, they were way too happy, but Orion wasn’t. He hates me for topping from the bottom. Still, I got my orgasm. Three, to be precise.

But this morning, I have the tiniest niggle in my head, reminding me that without contraception, any silly play could get me pregnant. My only comfort comes from the fact that I haven’t had my period yet, even though Logan says I could get pregnant before my period comes. I should be careful. Or talk to Logan about having another implant inserted.

Offering to make coffee left me having to fend for myself in Logan’s kitchen, but I managed to mock something up. I’m not sure the coffee I made will actually be any good.

In any case, I take four cups of the steaming, fresh brew and go back to Orion’s room. Leaving the tray on the table, I pick up my cup and go back to bed.

Orion’s eyes are open. He’s watching me as I fluff my pillow and make myself comfortable.

I offer him my cup. “Want some?”

He reaches out and our fingers brush, sending shivers down my spine. This morning feels different. Unlike any other time. First, we’re not at Orion’s, so this is new, and second, I feel them closer, more intimate. Mine. A web of desire from which there is no escape has been cast over me, and I love it.

Orion sits up and nearly finishes my coffee. “Thanks. I needed that.”

I frown. “I only offered you a sip. Not the whole cup.”

“I’ll get you a fresh one, darling.” He kisses my cheek. “Only the best for you.”

“I was joking. Come to bed, Orion.” I try to grab him before he moves out of my reach.

“I need to get my laptop anyway.” He playfully kicks Logan, who’s now lying at the base of the bed.

“Mmm… yes. Coffee,” Logan croaks.

Kai’s on the floor, on my side of the bed, and I nudge him with my foot, hoping to get him up. But I’m unsuccessful. He takes my foot in his hands, kisses it, and places it under his cheek, making himself comfortable. I try to pull it back, but he holds it tight and starts tickling me.

“Kai!” Involuntarily, I kick him right on the nose.

“Ouch!” he cries.

“Oh, God, sorry, Kai! I didn’t mean to hurt you. You had my foot–”

“Ignore him. He deserved that.” Orion walks in with another cup of coffee, plus his laptop tucked under his arm. He passes me the cup and takes one for himself from the tray.

“Your coffee’s here,” he tells Kai and Logan, and sits next to me on the bed. The glow of his laptop screen illuminates his face as he opens it up. “What was the name of that U.S. Marshal again? Christopher… what?” he asks.

“Miller. Christopher Miller.”

His fingers dance across the keyboard, and he weaves through layers of encrypted data until he unearths a dossier on Christopher. It says his name right there: C. Miller, U.S. Marshal.

As the data from Christopher’s file becomes clear, Orion’s gaze hardens. He peruses the documented details of Christopher’s career, his family ties, and basically, his entire life. Then, his lips curl into a sardonic smile.

“What? What did you find?” I ask.

“He appears to be a beacon of righteousness,” Orion hums.

“What else?” Kai asks as he sits on the bed. Everyone looks to be intrigued by Orion’s findings.

“That’s it. In a world full of darkness, he appears to be an angel.”

Logan takes both cups of coffee, passes one to Kai, and sits on the bed too. “Bullshit.”

“I agree. But it’s all there. Clean as a whistle, at least on paper. And if he isn’t, we’ll know when we see him.”

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