Gage grabbed my arm and shook me. He pulled me aside to the other side of the room.

“Lucian, is there a problem?” he asked. I could tell by the throbbing vein in his neck that I was getting close to crossing a line.

“No, sir,” I said, swallowing any protests or any other words that I might have had.

He stared at me, his eyes narrowed. “You told me that your previous relationship with Rainey would not interfere with this mission. Has that changed?”

“No, sir,” I said, more firmly than I felt.

“Then, I expect you to treat her the same as you would any of us. The fact that she’s a woman or that you were friends at one time is irrelevant to this situation.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

I was embarrassed by the dressing down I received, even though Gage did it out of earshot.

We rejoined the group.

I was assigned to accompany Rainey to go to the clothing store down the street so she could get some clothes that were more suitable for a teenager than a woman or a law enforcement officer.

She picked out a top that was tight across her chest and accented her beautiful curves. The hemline of the skirt she chose was well above her knees.

I started to protest, but she looked at me, daring me to say a word. I almost choked on the words I had to swallow.

Some wedge shoes that had laces that wrapped around her calves, completed the outfit.

Thinking about her dressed in that outfit had my cock stirring in my pants. She noticed and grinned evilly. “Down, Boy. If you’re a really good boy, you might get to see me all dressed up in my new outfit when this is all over.”

I couldn’t seem to control my aching member that continued to press against my pants. Judging by the smirk on the cashier’s face, she noticed my problem, too.

“Good luck,” the clerk whispered to Rainey as she handed Rainey the packages and glanced at me.

“Thanks,” she replied. “But I think he’s going to need it more than me. He doesn’t understand that sometimes, patience is a virtue.”

Both women laughed at my expense.

Back at the hotel, Damian had a box of different candy bars he had bought. Jared had printed out a flyer that had cheerleading outfits on them.

Gage said, “You can show them the flyer and tell them that your cheerleading team needs new outfits. One of the fundraisers is selling candy. The candy is a dollar apiece, and the team gets to keep fifty cents for every candy bar sold.”

Rainey looked at Gage and said, “It sounds like you have some experience with this.”

He laughed. “I have twin cubs who had to sell things for their pre-school, to raise money for books, colored pencils, and other supplies. Plus, there are many people in my clan with school-aged children. Luka and I have been hit up to buy Boy Scout popcorn, Girl Scout cookies, Beta Club soda, cookie dough, candy bars, band raffle tickets, and any number of other types of items.”

“No wonder you have to work a full-time job,” Rainey said. “You have to give a little bit to everybody.”

Damian patted his belly. “But it’s good for us. He always brings the goodies to work. I swear, I’ve gained about three hundred pounds eating all the junk food.”

Rainey excused herself to change. The four of us just about died when she came back in.

She had brushed her hair and put them into braided pigtails that hung down over her shoulders. Her white, buttoned-down top accented her huge globes. A tantalizing view of those beautiful tits was offered because she had the first three buttons undone. The wedge shoes accented her sexy legs, and the skirt barely covered her ass.

Rainey had used eyeliner to make her eyes more catlike. The soft make up she had applied made her naturally youthful face look even younger.

I drew blood, biting my bottom lip, trying not to get hard. I had the sudden urge to take her into the room, bend her over the bed, lift her skirt, and ram my cock straight into her. She has always been beautiful to me. However, the fact that she was so brave and willing to put herself in danger to save her niece and a bunch of kids she doesn’t know made me want her even more.

She smiled a knowing smile at me.

Gage handed her a handcuff key and some tape that matched her skin tone. She turned her back to the group, hoisted up her skirt, and taped the key to the crease in her inner thigh.