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“And you came looking for…” She looked at me. “Rebecca. Bateman had taken her and you knew where she was so you came.”
“Not Bateman, one of his asshole pals,” Cillian said, pulling his gun out and checking the safety. “But yeah, we managed to follow him, just as well we did.”
Sorenna smiled at Trixie as a big plate of food was placed down. “Thank you.”
“When you have all eaten,” Trixie said, “I will show you where to shower, get you clean clothes and you can rest.”
Sorenna relayed this to the other two women who sat close together with wide eyes.
“Eat.” Jamie pointed at the food. “You need to get your strength up.”
“You are very kind.” Sorenna took some bread and cheese. “Jamie.”
He smiled at her.
“Are you done with Rebecca?” Cillian asked Dalton.
“Yeah, one down, three to go.” He tucked the small vial of my blood into his bag. “Make sure you drink plenty,” he said to me. “Wash whatever this was through your system. And eat something, your blood sugar is bound to be low.”
“We’ll care for her,” Finn said and took my hand. “Come on, let’s get you in that shower.”
Chapter Nineteen
Cillian
I cranked on the shower so that it poured hot and hard and then checked the temperature. “It’s ready, doll.”
“Coming,” Rebecca called.
I stripped off my t-shirt, walked into the bedroom, and tossed it over a chair.
Finn was carefully removing Rebecca’s clothes. She stood still and with her eyes closed as he released her bra and set it on the bed.
Her perfect breasts hung heavy, her nipples cute little points.
My cock stirred, my piercing pressing on my boxers. Our woman was so beautiful; we were so damn lucky.
And the sick fuck who…no, I didn’t want to think of him or what could have happened. I’d be tormented by that in the dead of the night for years to come, I wouldn’t let it rule my days, too.
“And these.” Finn pushed her pants down her legs.
Her knickers went with them. She rested her hand on his shoulder and stepped from them. She opened her eyes and saw me watching.
She smiled. “Are you joining me in the shower?”
“If you want me to.”
“Of course I do. Both of you.”
She straightened, and my belly clenched with longing. I shucked the rest of my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and reached for her hand.
Finn started to strip, and I led her to the shower.
The air swirled with steam, and the mirror had fogged. I stepped under the hot sharp water and tugged her with me.
She sighed and held her face to the stream; it caught in her long dark eyelashes and flattened her hair. Rivers flowed down her neck, catching in the hollow of her throat and sliding over the orbs of her breasts, trickling from her nipples.
I reached for the shower gel and lathered my hands with sweet-smelling suds.
