Page 32 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

We were sitting so close I saw the predatory flash in his gaze. “You don’t know how much I want to release you right now and send you running off into the forest again.”

My brows pulled together, a frown forming on my face.

One corner of his mouth kicked up at my confusion. He explained, “That way, when you run from us this time, you’ll know it’s us chasing you. Fearing for your life won’t be a worry in your mind, but you’ll be scared just the same. You’ll know that when one of us catches you…it’ll be the most intense pleasure you’ve ever had.”

I blinked at him, mouth hanging open. It sort of sounded…delicious…and forbidden. “I think I want that,” I whispered.

“I’m sure you do, Little Bunny. When you’re ready.”

I yelped when the second deep voice came from somewhere nearby. Turning on Jasper’s lap, I peered into the darkness and found Wolfe leaning against a tree, watching us. Kip sat nearby.

The moon must be rising in the night sky, because the forest around us was a little bit lighter. It was a little easier to see them, though not by much.

My mind was on overdrive now that they were here. It was easy to ignore their nicknames for me, to excuse them away. We were all just feeling relief to be together again.

“So do we,” Kip told me, echoing my expressed desire from before, his white teeth flashing in the dark.

“But not while you’re like this,” Jasper said, though he pulled me back further into his embrace. His chest met my back and my ass pressed against something hard and thick. My eyes widened again and I looked over my shoulder at him. “Please tell me that’s your flashlight.”

Kip’s laughter echoed around us and I cringed, eyes darting around to make sure my captors weren’t going to jump out.

Wolfe must have noticed my unease because he walked forward and squatted in front of me. His large hand wrapped around my chin and forced my face toward him until I was staring into his warm brown eyes.

To have Jasper at my back while Wolfe’s lips were so close to mine, all while Kip watched? A delicious tremble pulsed inside my core. What was wrong with me? I couldn’t be thinking of all three of them like this. I certainly shouldn’t be.

“They’re dead.”

I focused back on Wolfe. “Wha-”

“The men who took you,” Jasper snarled behind me.

“You killed them?” I whispered, not really shocked, but needing to know. It was going to be hard enough to sleep after this, but not knowing what had happened would keep me awake for the rest of my life. If they were dead, they couldn’t come after me again. I didn’t care if that made me an awful person—wishing for the deaths of those men—it was what I needed to move on from this.

“No one touches what’s ours and lives,” Wolfe said, by way of acknowledgment of my question and in explanation.

“Wish I could go back and do it again,” Kip added.

My eyes darted over to him. He’d moved closer to our little circle, completing it.Nobody touches what’s ours? Was that me? Did I belong to them now?Why did it feel so right to have them near? I licked my lips before speaking. “Thank you.” I was too emotionally raw to make it a more eloquent statement.

They seemed to understand that because all I got was a grunt from Wolfe before he pulled me out of Jasper’s arms and swung me up into his own. “Let’s get going. It’s going to be a long way back to the embassy.”

Relaxing in Wolfe’s arms, I laid my head on his chest and let myself fall asleep while they walked. I was safe. With them nearby no one could get to me.

CHAPTER15

Jas

“Brando said it should be around here somewhere.” Right as the words came out, I saw the pitched roof of a building rising up over the brush. “There.”

We made our way inside. The building had seen better days, but it had four walls and a roof, so it would do for now. I turned the knob on a kerosene lamp inside the door and the small place lit up. The inside actually looked a lot better than the outside, probably by design so no one messed with Brando’s safe house. I wondered if there was a school of architecture that specialized in state of the art buildings that looked like run down shit holes. We were so close to Salazar's compound, no way this thing was here by coincidence. Someone at the agency had been watching Salazar. Not that it would matter now. We’d taken care of that little problem.

There was a bed in the corner and it actually didn’t look too dusty. Wolfe placed Bailey gently on top of the blanket. She curled into herself, but stayed sleeping.

“You stay with her,” Wolfe told me. “We’re going back to the farm to see if any of those vehicles are salvageable.”

“I still can’t believe that asshole blew up the fucking Jeep.” I shook my head.

“He thought he could take us on and win,” Kip said with a malicious grin. “He was wrong. They all were”

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