Page 12 of Shelter (The Wanderers 4)

He inched forward on silent feet, uncertain what the fuck he was going to do. He left the door open. That was the only option. If someone caught them, he would say he’d heard a noise and rushed in to check on her.

Granted, it would be best if she weren’t holding a dildo up in the air.

She shook the phallic object at him. “Please, for the love of God, tell me real erections aren’t this big.”

He sucked in a breath as he took in the dildo. He hadn’t seen it earlier. Braylon had acquired it and stuck it under her mattress without sharing it. Why would he?

The unfortunate truth was the dildo in her hand was smaller than Storm’s cock. Storm had no idea how the phallic object compared to Bray’s or Riggs’s dicks, but it wasn’t really that large.

She was shaking, and obviously not interested in making use of it, so he took it from her hand and stuffed it back between the mattresses. “Get in bed, Hales,” he whispered.

She tipped her head back to look up at him. “I can’t. I panic when I try to be still.”

He pulled the covers back. “Climb in, princess. Do it for me.” So I don’t have to stand here looking at your fucking hot body for one more minute.

Luckily, she climbed onto the bed and let him pull the covers over her.

At least he could breathe. Sort of. The vision was burned in his retinas.

“Did you, uh, manage to use it at all?” he asked. He hated having this conversation but it was damn important.

She shook her head. “I couldn’t, Storm,” she whispered. “I tried, but there’s no way.” She reached out suddenly and grabbed his wrist with a death grip. “Do it for me.”

His brows shot to the ceiling. “Not a chance, princess.” Holy fuck.

“Please. I won’t watch. You don’t have to look either. I’ll just… You can reach under the covers and…”

“No,” he stated firmly.

Her lips quivered. “Bray’s going to be disappointed.”

Storm shook his head. “He’s not. He understands.”

“I’m going to get him in trouble if anyone finds out. Both of us.” She shuddered.

“Bray can handle it.” And I won’t let anything happen to you.

Do I even have that fucking power?

“Maybe the doctor won’t notice.” Fat chance of that. Storm cleared his throat. “If you can’t use the, uh, toy, at least use your fingers, okay?”

She pursed her lips, staring at him.

“This is important, Hales.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Try to stretch yourself with your fingers. Use two of them. Three if you can. Okay?” He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. It wasn’t the sort of conversation anyone should ever have with a woman. And Haley wasn’t just any woman. She was his employer’s wife.

Except she was Storm’s responsibility too, and the only way to make sure this ruse didn’t get exposed was for her to do everything in her power to finger herself enough to make it seem like she wasn’t a virgin. Fuck.

She gripped his wrist harder as if he were a lifeline. She took a deep breath. He could see the strength gathering in her eyes. She was in a horrific situation. They all were. And even though she often got teary and sad, she was strong.

She was the strongest woman Storm had ever met. She might appear fragile on the outside at five-four and petite, but inside she held secrets few people knew, secrets that would serve her well in life. If they ever fucking got out of here.

The timeline had moved up. Storm had been working for months to get a plan in motion that would ensure they all safely escaped this world and went in search of another. Parts of his plan were coming together. But not enough. There were holes. Lots of them.

There was no way in hell he would risk the lives of his closest friends in the world with a half-assed plan that got them all caught. Braylon’s life might be spared. Possibly even Riggs’s if Storm could convince the authorities he’d been the one to take them all hostage. But Storm would be hung, and God only knew what might happen to Haley.

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