Page 18 of Single Mom's Bodyguards
“Bailey, you’ll bedeador in a headline before midnight if you keep playing like this. You’re not leaving without at least one of us. Those are the rules.”
That shouldn’t turn me on. But it does.
Something about his voice. That rough edge of authority that vibrates down my spine like bass. Something about being stopped. Challenged. Denied.
I feel my pulse between my thighs.
Wesley tilts his head, his eyes dipping all over my body. “What’s under the coat?”
I don’t move. “Clothes.”
“Come on,” he says softly, taking a step forward. “You walked out like a woman with a plan. Show us.”
“No.”
That grin spreads. “Then I’ll guess.” He moves like a panther—slow, fluid—and reaches for the belt at my waist.
I should slap his hand. Instead, I shiver and take half a step back.
Sean’s eyes narrow. “Bailey. What the hell are you wearing?”
I shift my stance, just to get some room to breathe, and the coat parts slightly at the thigh.
Wesley sees it. Then he whistles low. “Well damn. You weren’t kidding.”
“I said clothes. I don’t need your permission to wear whatever I want.”
He chuckles. “You certainly don’t.”
Huck finally speaks, voice low and gravel-smooth. “Where were you going?”
I grit my teeth. I can’t tell if I’m mad or turned-on by this grilling. “You three want to be in my business? Fine. I was going to a kink club.”
They all go still.
I lift my chin. “I need to blow off steam. I didn’t think it wouldmatterif I left for a few hours.”
Sean’s jaw ticks. “It matters.”
Wesley steps closer again, gaze dark now. “Why go out for something we can give you right here?”
The air shifts. My mouth goes dry. “What?”
“You want pain?” Sean asks. “Structure? Rules? You think we don’t know how to give that to you?”
Wesley’s voice drops. “You don’t have to sneak out for service, baby.”
Huck rumbles, “We’ve been waiting a long time.”
My breath catches. The trench coat suddenly feels too warm. My skin feels tight. The wet ache in my belly spreads like honey.
I meet Sean’s eyes. “Are you serious?”
He steps close. So close I can feel his body heat. “We don’t play about things like this.” The second Sean unties the belt of my trench coat, I forget how to breathe. He doesn’t pull it open right away. He just slides the knot free with slow, deliberate fingers. Taking his time.
My whole body tenses.What is happening right now?
Wesley steps around to my other side, and Huck comes up behind me, his presence massive and steady. I’m surrounded. Caged—but not trapped. It’s a different kind of held. One I asked for without asking for it.
