Page 35 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

“They weren’t set up for an operation like this. Not properly. Everything seemed like an afterthought,” Wolfe explained. “They weren’t professional kidnappers. No way they had the skills to bypass embassy security and slip past the three of us on their own.”

My brows pulled low and I sat up on the bed. The blanket pooled down around my hips. “What do you mean?”

Wolfe cleared his throat, his eyes darting away from me. Jasper’s smirk had returned and when I glanced over at Kip he had a huge goofy grin on his face.

“What?”

Kips eyes dipped downward, so mine followed and I gasped. I was completely naked and now was sitting in front of them with my breasts bared and on display. Snatching up the blanket, I pulled it up to my chin and laid back down. I glared over at Jasper. “You took my clothes off?”

“Sounds like he did a whole lot more than that,” Kip muttered with a jealous glare over at Jasper.

My eye widened and mortification swept through me. They all knew what we’d done. My mouth was hanging open and I wasn’t sure what to even say.

“Don’t worry, Bailey,” Wolfe said. “We’ll talk about that once we get back to the embassy. We should get going,” he told the others without waiting for my reply.

Don’t worry about it? Talk about what?I wanted to ask my questions, but Kip had already hopped off the bed and the three of them were carrying backpacks stuffed full from the little cabin.

Jasper stepped back in the room as I looked around, trying to find my pajamas. My skin was clean and I realized he must have somehow bathed me. I wasn’t sure whether I felt grateful or not. It was kind of hard to feel angry about that earth-shattering orgasm he’d given me.

“Where are my clothes?” I snapped. Pulling my indignant anger around me like a cloak, I scowled at him. It was the only defense I had left against him and it was easing the blow to my pride.

“Here.” He stepped forward and handed me a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. “They were from the farm,” he explained when he saw my puzzled look. “Your pajamas are beyond salvaging.”

The last thing I wanted to do was wear the clothes of any of my captors, but it was that or go naked. Somehow this was still preferable than having nothing to wear.

“Could you turn around please?” I asked, when he stood there arms over his chest watching me.

His lips spread into a genuine smile and I sat staring at him in a daze. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him smile. Smirk, sure, but a smile?

“I’ve already seen your body, Brat.”

I narrowed my one good eye on him, opening my mouth to unleash—what I hoped—was a scathing response, when he held up his hands.

“Alright. Have it your way.” He turned, presenting me with his muscular back. I wondered if he was wearing a shirt from the farm, too, because it seemed to be a few sizes too small. It melded against the line of his back like a second skin.

I quickly jumped up, hissing in pain when my feet hit the wooden floor. I’d forgotten about them. That’s what Jasper did to me. He caused every thought to fly out of my mind and left me reeling with emotion. Usually anger was right up there near the top of the list, but hot on its heels was lust.

He glanced over his shoulder at my low cry. His eyes moved slowly over my body while I stood, frozen as he did. He licked his lips as though he was remembering what he’d done to me last night.

A tremor made its way through my body at my own memory of his mouth and tongue ravaging me. As soon as he looked away, I pulled on the sweats, shoving the legs up to just under my knees so I didn’t trip over the extra material. Then I pulled on the t-shirt, frowning down at the white cotton. It seemed thin and I was worried they’d be able to see through it. I didn’t have a bra since I hadn’t worn one to bed and my panties were nowhere in sight. Somehow, I still felt naked even though I was technically covered up.

Wolfe walked in and his pace slowed as he came toward me. His eyes dropped down and I hunched my shoulders. That answered my question about whether the shirt was see-through.

Without a word, Wolfe picked me up in his arms, jostling me until I was settled against his chest.

“I can walk, Wolfe,” I told him, staring up into his handsome face.

“You don’t have any shoes and your feet are a mess,” he rumbled as he started out the door. “It’s about a quarter of a mile to the road and where we left the vehicle. I’m carrying you.” He was already ducking through foliage as he said the last words, so it wasn’t like I had any choice in the matter.

Despite my initial protests, I’d let him carry me. It didn’t seem to matter what was going on, in his arms, it felt like nothing could touch me. Sighing, I laid my cheek against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart beating out a pattern against my skin.

The early morning sunlight was revealed as we got closer to the road and out of the thickest part of the forest. I still felt exhausted after the events of the last day, so when Wolfe handed me over to Kip—who was sitting in the back seat of the little truck—I snuggled into his embrace and closed my eyes.

“Shotgun,” Kip said, his chest vibrating beneath my cheek. “And I choose back here.”

My eye opened and I saw Jasper glowering at us both. I frowned and looked up at Kip. “What’s his problem?” I whispered.

“He wanted to ride back here with you.”

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