Page 55 of Meet Me In The Dark

Behind her, Luke and Conor growled, and then she was being dragged to the side and shoved behind their broad backs.

“Damn it, boys,” she muttered.

Were they not going to let her have any fun?

“You aren’t fucking going to be playing with anything but your detached dick,” Conor said.

“He won’t have hands to play with anything,” Luke added.

“Boys, you’re ruining my moment,” she complained. She appreciated the care, the protectiveness, but she didn’tneedit. Not right now. She was going to have to convince them of that, though, because they ignored her.

She took a step backward, only to feel a gun press against her back.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Maybe she could use their protection. Where was Micah when you needed him?

“Ah,” Chris said from the ground, as one of his masked guards helped him up to his feet, supporting him. Hegrimaced, speaking through gritted teeth. “I hope you enjoyed your little show, Ms. Blum. I’ll have plenty for all three of you to participate in going forward.” To the guard behind her holding the gun at her back, he said, “You. Start the show now.”

The gun that was pressed into her back moved around her waist, and down, down, only to press over her pussy and tease over her clit. Fear filled her, and with it, desire. She felt herself growing wet from the pressure—and the heat of the body at her back.

What the hell, was she turned on by this random guard and his gun play?

Oh.

Understanding her response, she relaxed against him.

“I don’t mind if you shoot another hole into her,” Chris said conversationally. “Just one more place for me to stick myattacheddick into. And you, gentlemen, will get to watch.”

Luke and Conor both roared, Luke in anguish, Conor in desperation.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.”

“Don’t hurt her! It’s us you want. We’ll give you anything. Please.”

“Oh, Chris,” Kara said. “You’ve always been a fucking idiot.”

Luke turned his head to look at her, confused, as Kara grabbed the gun out of Micah’s hand and lifted it, firing off both guns, one in each hand. Moments later, two of Chris’s guards fell with thuds. The rest watched, temporarily shocked that Chris’s untrained “whore” had suddenly become a DC Comics character.

“My little badass baby,” Micah murmured from behindher, then he shoved her out of the way and lifted his other gun, shooting the remaining guards.

Luke and Conor, who had finally caught up to the program, grabbed the dead guards’ guns.

“I did a good job teaching you how to shoot,” Luke said, aiming and taking a shot.

Four, three, two, one. Down the rest of Chris’s men went, until he was the last one alive, cowering on the ground.

“You didn’t shoot his dick, Supergirl,” Conor said.

Kara laughed, elated with the feeling of her own power, the thrill of fulfilled vengeance, and the love that she saw in his eyes. “Got to save something for later. By the way,professor,” she added, “You were right, your brothers weren’t detained, and there wasn’t any evidence—until now.” She patted Micah’s chest. “We hacked into your security and recorded the whole thing. Pays to be in love with the world’s greatest tech geek.”

Micah pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m not,” Luke growled. “Both youandConor are getting your asses belted when we get home. Micah, too, for including you in this goddamned rescue mission. What happened to not being a martyr?”

“I’m not a martyr,” Kara said, blowing a kiss at him, practically giddy. “I’m a?—”

A shot rang out, interrupting her.

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