33

MARGO

Despite the fact that it was my idea, I was a nervous wreck the day the men set out to destroy the drug lab. There was just so much that could go wrong. They could get hurt. They could be killed. For some reason, I kept having visions of them being trapped behind a locked door somewhere, banging on it frantically while fire and lethal fumes moved closer and closer.

It was an image I couldn’t get out of my mind.

But they were ready. They’d spent night after night on research. It was Jumaine’s moment to shine. He understood the technical side of everything better than the others, and he was the planner of the group.

As for me? All I could really do was to give each man a warm send-off before they went. And I did, one by one. I pulled Slade into the bathroom when he passed by in the hallway. His kiss was explosive, and he ran his hands all over me.

I found Jumaine outside, checking under the hood of their getaway vehicle to make sure everything was in order. His kiss started slowly but grew into an infernal.

And then there was Rocello. He was the one who sought me out, waiting until the other two had gone out front. I moved into his arms, but there was something else he wanted first.

“This is the address and phone number for where Thomas is.” He held out a slip of paper. “Memorize it and then destroy it. If I don’t make it back, I want you to go and find him. Please.”

Tears sprang to my eyes. “Don’t say that,” I protested, but I took the address and let him gather me into his arms.

“I have to,” he said gruffly. “I’m a father. He’ll be okay with them, but he’s going to need you. Please, Margo.”

“Of course.” I looked into his dark eyes. “But come back to me. Please.”

“I’ll do my best.”

His kiss was slow and thorough, but it was tainted by the salty taste of my tears.

While they were gone, I paced. I cleaned. I did whatever I could to pass the time. At least they’d left me with a phone that was safe to use. And a gun. I watched an online video on how to take it apart and clean it, and I did that a half dozen times until the movements felt familiar.

And then I waited. Worried. And paced some more.

Finally, at nearly four in the morning, headlights flashed across the cabin windows. I leaped up, praying that I’d see three uninjured men climb out of the car.

And I did.

Thank god.

“It’s done,” Rocello said when I raced up to him. His face had soot on it, and his shirt was torn, but he looked okay. Jumaine and Slade did, too.

Whiskey flowed in abundance after that. I stopped counting after my third glass. Once we ran out of ice, we didn’t let that discourage us from drinking some more. The important thing was alcohol, and we had plenty of it. Unfortunately, all the celebrating began to take its toll on me.

My eyes started to droop as I sat on the couch, snuggled in between Slade and Jumaine. One of them picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. After all the worry and concern, I was exhausted—and I hadn’t even had to do the dirty work like them. I barely mustered the strength to kick off my shoes and strip off my clothes before I collapsed onto the mattress.

It had to be the middle of the afternoon by the time I woke up. Someone had pulled the bedroom curtains shut, but light still slipped through. Cool air did, too—a little too cool. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my eyes barely open, as I tried to muster up the energy to go close the window.

But then I sensed a presence. Someone had moved to the window, just like I was going to do. I opened my eyes to slits, the buzz in my head reminding me that I’d had a bit too much to drink last night. My eyes widened when I took in the nearly naked form in front of me. Jumaine had his back to me as he messed with the window coverings, giving me a chance to take in the powerful muscles of his back and the cute butt that was clad only in black boxers.

“Nice,” I said, and he turned, startled, but that didn’t stop his eyes from roaming all over my bare skin.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said softly. “I just thought you might be cold.” He ran a hand over his short beard, which looked in need of a trim. “I just woke up too.”

The sight of his bulging chest muscles and those chiseled abs generated a deep longing within me. Plus there was the fact that he was alive, and so were Slade and Rocello.

That made me feel alive—and full of longing.

I curled my index finger towards him, my gaze still a bit blurry. He moved around the corner of the bed, maintaining eye contact with me. He looked torn. “Do you want me to get you a robe?” He may have suggested it, but from the bulge in his boxers, I could tell that his cock was just fine with my lack of clothing.

“No.”

“Don’t tempt me, Margo.” He took a step closer.

“Why not?” I shrugged my shoulders, my gaze dropping down to his crotch. “I know I want this.”

He took a sharp breath in as I clutched either side of his shorts. “Rocello and Slade are in the living room. They’re going to hear us.”

“I don’t care,” I murmured, pulling the shorts down his thighs. I propped my legs underneath me, his manhood filling my view. It twitched, like it was seeking my attention. And I was going to give it a lot of that.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, breathing softly onto the head. I snaked my tongue out of my mouth, taking a quick swipe. A sigh of anticipation escaping me, I parted my lips and guided him into my mouth. He groaned as I engulfed him. His hands stroked my hair as I began to bob up and down.

“You’re fucking crazy,” Jumaine uttered in a deep tone, tilting his head back. I leaned back, my lips making a popping sound, the moment I released him.

“I know, but you love it,” I teased, looking up at him. I moved my fist up and down his cock, feeling the weight and heat of his erection. My tongue darted out, lapping up a drop of precum. Then I took him into my mouth again.

Jumaine groaned, and out of the corner of my eye, I glanced toward the door. If Rocello and Slade didn’t know what we were up to in here, they soon would.

I ran my free hand up Jumaine’s thigh, scratching and teasing. His legs were so strong and powerful. I liked stroking them, but I knew a place he’d enjoy being touched more.

Cupping his balls, I sucked him in hard, taking as much as he could. His hands tightened in my hair, and his moans filled the room. I squirmed on the bed, knowing I was making a wet spot. I love the fact that I was getting him so turned on.

With one last gentle tug, I let go of his heavy balls and focused solely on his cock. In, out. Swirl my tongue. Suck. Moan against it so he could feel the vibrations. I hadn’t done this in a long time, and I couldn’t remember ever having enjoyed it this much.

His groans got louder. His hips thrust forward. His fingers tightened in my hair. And when he shot his load down my throat, he let out a shout that could have woken the dead.

He sank down on the bed next to me, his cock spent, his arm going around me. We were still like that, minutes later, when the door pushed open. Rocello stood there with Slade behind him.

“This a private party?” Rocello asked.

I looked up at them and smiled, gesturing to them to come in.