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I nodded. “But I’m still worried about those men finding me.”

“I don’t care if we have to leave the country.” Cole squeezed my hand. “I’m not letting anyone near you.”

Comforted by his words, I smiled. “Thank you, Cole.”

“Wherever you go,” Rhys said, his lips inches from mine. “I’ll follow.”

After our scare with the Russians, Rhys was even nicer than usual. Not like he was mean. But he usually had something nasty to say to Cole, and he seemed to enjoy getting under his skin. The three of us had come together as a unit tonight.

It was nice.

“When can we go back to Fort Marshall?”

“Tomorrow,” Cole said with a nod. “Sonny will come back for us in the morning. That should be enough time to get rid of the Russians.”

“How do you know that?” I gulped down the bile rising from my stomach. “There could be more men waiting for us.”

“They had the advantage tonight,” Cole told me. “And now we have a plan.” He forced a smile. “It’s been a long night. You should get some sleep.”

“I’m too awake to fall asleep.”

“Me too.” Rhys ran his fingers up and down my thigh. “But I have a few ideas to help us fall asleep faster.”

Cole groaned beside me. “Do you ever think with anything but your dick, Vanderbilt?”

“Occasionally.” Rhys snickered. “But when Grace is around? No, not really.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “Your pussy is all I can think about.”

“Which is why you make a terrible bodyguard,” Cole muttered. “We just got chased through Beacon Bay, and you’re thinking about getting your dick wet. You’re un-fucking-believable.”

“I need the distraction, Cole.” I moved his hand onto my leg, our fingers still joined. “Help me take my mind off everything.”

Chapter Twenty

COLE

Grace wasn’t wearing any panties. Her bathing suit bottoms were still stuffed into Rhys’s pocket from earlier because the bastard refused to give them back.

She was so desperate for me to touch her.

To kiss her.

“Fuck me. Please,” she whined, inching my hand up her thigh. “You already broke the rules tonight. Stop fighting it, Cole. I know you want me.”

More than anything.

Since I hesitated for a second, Rhys took that as an opportunity to dip his hand beneath her skirt.

Grace wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pushed his hand higher. “Stop teasing me.”

He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “You can have whatever you want, princess.”

I hated how he called her that like it was her name. But Grace didn’t mind it and rolled her head to the side, moaning into the pillow.

“As long as you’re a good girl and ask nicely.” Rhys pushed up her skirt and thrust his finger inside her. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want Cole to fuck me.” She gripped my wrist and tugged. “Touch me.”

Just for tonight.

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