Page 124 of Not A Whisper

I laugh and Grant rolls his eyes, but his smile is softer than normal and his eyes twinkle.

“Now that we’re ready, let’s get out of here,” he says.

As Jason drapes my shawl over my shoulders, Trip grabs his riding jacket and helmet. I frown.

“Wait, you’re riding separately?”

Trip rolls his eyes. “Trust me, I want nothing to do with the press that’s waiting for you guys.”

Did he saypress?

“A limo?”I stare incredulously at the car waiting out front.

It’s not the typical sedan looking limo, but an extended SUV that gleams under the streetlamps. The driver stands by the back door. He’s an older man with graying hair that’s been brushed back, a nice looking suit, and a black hat.

“Yeah, it’s a bit much, huh?” Trip mutters. “The rich and their flashy-ass ways.” He shakes his head in disgust. “I’ll see you there, dollface.”

I watch as he stomps off, wishing I could go with him. Or that he would come with us. The moon is out but there are thick tuffs of clouds that occasionally block out the light. They look like snow clouds. Judging by how cold it is, I wouldn’t put it past the weather to shower us with a last flurry before the beginning of spring. Trip shouldn’t be driving in snowy conditions.

Drawing my shawl tighter around me, I allow Grant to steer me toward the driver and the door he opens for us.

“Good evening, my name is Michael and I’ll be the driver for the night.”

“Thanks for the lift, Michael,” I greet him with a smile before ducking my head to enter the back.

Grant and Jason follow me into the vehicle, the latter taking the seat across from me a few feet away while Grant sits beside me. It’s comfortably warm inside the car. The lights are dim and there’s a wall of glass just behind Jason that I can just barely see through.

I sink into the leather seats that feel like they're heated and note the bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice with four glasses situated in a holder beside it. There are roses in small vases attached to various places around us, giving the stretched SUV a pleasant floral smell.

“Wow, thisis nice.”

Jason chuckles. “Yeah, I have to admit, using the funds for comfort is kind of nice.”

“We can indulge every once in a while now that we have complete access to our accounts,” Grant declares, as if it’s up to him as he gets comfortable next to me. Casually, he drapes his arm over my shoulders and nods to the driver who peeks in.

“We’ll be at Neptune Station in approximately twenty-five minutes,” he says.

Grant nods, “Great, thanks.”

Michael nods before he steps back and shuts the door. The minute the door clicks closed, Grant turns and orders,

“Pull your dress up, dollface. I want to admire your pretty cunt.”

I gasp, completely taken back by the comment. Taken back andhorrified. I glance past Jason, straining to see if Michael heard as he climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Be quiet!” I hiss, shooting a worried look at Grant. “Michael might?—”

“Our driver is behind a partition and can’t hear a damn thing.” His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he leans down to nip at my earlobe. “Now, don’t make me repeat myself or I’ll make sure that by the time we get out of this car, you’re covered in evidence of who you belong to. I don’t mind letting the world know what a fucking slut our wife is and how hungry she is for our cocks… or how messy she can be.”

I meet Grant’s cool, contemptuous gaze. There’s a flash of warning, one I know all too well. My stomach twists with both excitement and nerves. He’s serious. Grant really will make a mess out of me if I don’t comply. Hadn’t he told me from the very beginning he’s all about appearances? I’m sure he would love to have a wife by his side that is absolutely dick-matized when we get to the charity auction. Who wouldn’t want a wife that looked absolutely sated and besotted?

Not that we need to play this game for me to be that way. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Go on, don’t be shy,wife,” Grant urges when I don’t move right away.

Jason leans back his seat, throwing his arms over the back of it, watching me with a hungry gaze. I bite my bottom lip. Of all the times to play, they want to do thisnow? Just before we face off with Garry? My stomach knots. They may be able to remain unperturbed and relaxed, but I don’t know about…

Grant’s hand grips the back of my neck hard enough to cause me to yelp.

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