Page 9 of Shelter (The Wanderers 4)

“Not yet.” Braylon had returned to his weights, but two days later, he’d confronted Storm, and ever since then the plan had been slowly coming together.

Braylon was fucking lucky. He had two good men on his side. They would both do anything for Haley. Anything. They would protect her with their lives.

They were undoubtedly jealous of the time Braylon got to spend with Haley. It was unavoidable. But they also knew Haley remained untouched, and that kept tempers from flaring.

Braylon stared at his sweet wife now, wondering if she had a clue two other men wanted her as badly as he did. He reached for her hand and held it, stroking her knuckles. He wouldn’t bring up that subject tonight. She had enough to worry about, but he met her gaze and said, “Storm will protect you with his life, baby. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“He can’t do that if he’s uninformed.”

“Okay.” She glanced down. “Does Riggs know all this too?”

“Yes, baby.” He watched her closely.

She didn’t flinch. She simply sighed. “I guess I should have known.”

“I don’t want you to feel like I tell them every detail about us, but…”

She rolled her eyes and cocked her head to one side. “But you do. Tell them everything, I mean.”

“Not everything. They aren’t privy to every damn conversation we have. But they have a right to know the important things.”

“And the fact that you and I haven’t had sex is important?”

“Yes,” he stated bluntly.

“I’m not even going to ask why because I have too much to worry about right now, but be prepared to explain your reasoning further another day.”

“Okay.”

“Now, get out of here before you get caught in bed with your wife.” She gave him a small smile. “I have this sex toy I need to familiarize myself with before I go to sleep.”

He groaned. The thought of her lying here, legs spread open, dildo pressed inside her… Fuck. It made him want to scream.

And worse? Poor Storm was going to have to stand outside this room, much closer to her than Braylon would be after he left. The man would undoubtedly acquire an extra sense in an effort to strain to hear even the slightest noise coming from this room.

Fuck. Now Braylon’s cock was hard. He needed to get out of here fast. He slid off the side of the bed, grabbed Haley’s hand again, and kissed her palm. He’d been more intimate with her tonight than any previous encounter. And still, he was leaving her.

Leaving the woman he was in love with to familiarize herself with a damn dildo because he hadn’t been inside her himself. Again—fucked up. There were no words for the level of fucked up his life was.

And the shocking part of all this was that he knew it and wanted out of this situation more than he wanted his next breath. He wanted to get the fuck out of this house, this city, this state. And he wanted to take the people he held dearest with him.

Haley, Riggs, and Storm.

They would escape. He promised himself he would ensure it. But there was no way he could make that happen before the fucking doctor tried to get his wife pregnant with another man’s damn sperm.

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