Flash Bang (20 page)

Ro jerked her chin from his grip and her previously detached tone evaporated like water on scorching asphalt. “You already got to fuck me with your buddy. What do you care what I do now?”

Graham gripped her by her shoulders and dragged her against him. “Goddammit, Ro. You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.”

Zach moved in behind her, sandwiching her between them. It was a little too reminiscent of last night for Ro.

“We care. A whole hell of a lot,” he said. “Which is why we can’t let you go alone. You’re too damn important.”

Ro slumped back against Zach. This argument was going nowhere. Both sides had gone to the mat, and neither was going to back down. It was time to retreat to their corners and regroup with a new strategy.

Ro exhaled. “Let’s just eat dinner and talk about it later. You’ve got to be starving.”

Both men seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Graham released her to Zach’s embrace, but not before dropping a kiss on her forehead.

“We’ll figure it out, babe. Just give us some time.”

But time was the only thing Ro didn’t have to spare.

Ro stayed in the mess hall to help Allison wash up after dinner. Zach figured that it was a good thing because it gave him and Graham time to regroup with Ty and arrange the watch schedules for the next week. Adding another man to every shift meant less free time for everyone, but better security. They’d spent the day repairing the fence, burying the bodies, and running drills to prepare for a similar breach situation. It was exhausting, but it was work that needed to be done to be ready for the next time something like this happened. Because there would be a next time. Hell, situations like this were the reason one of the first things they’d done after the grid went down was install the razor wire topping the walls. Over six hundred acres was too much land to protect for a long period of time, especially if a large enough group attacked. But they would defend the inner sanctum to the death. With the lookout perches in the tall oaks and pines within the walls, they could snipe anyone approaching before they could get close enough to do any damage.

Slipping into the command post, Zach held the door open for Graham and then dragged a chair up to the large wooden table covered in a map of the property. Ty had redrawn the fire watch routes and was waiting for their input on staffing the shifts.

“Did you at least bring me some dinner?” Ty asked.

Zach held out a soup thermos and a spoon. “Straight from Allison herself.”

“Damn, that woman is an angel. Not too many women out there like her,” Ty said, unscrewing the lid of the thermos and digging in. Between bites and groans of appreciation, he added, “Your woman seems … unique. She’s got guts to spare. You figure out what you’re doing with her yet?”

Zach settled into a chair. “Keeping her,” he said. Because really, that was the only acceptable answer.

“But somehow we’ve got to convince her that staying here makes sense,” Graham added, scrubbing his hands over his face. “I gotta believe her family would want her to be safe. And the only way we can guarantee her safety is if she stays.”

“You think she’ll go for it?” Ty asked.

Zach thought back on the conversation they’d just had. “She’s not exactly … seeing things our way yet.”

Graham dropped into a chair. “I don’t give a damn; I’ll tie her to the bed if I have to.”

“Good luck with that, man,” Ty said. “Because I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”

After wrapping shit up with Ty, and ensuring that neither he nor Zach had a watch shift until the next afternoon, Graham headed back to the mess hall to collect Ro. He was struggling with how to apologize for not living up to the promise he’d made. Especially when she’d lived up to her end of the bargain whole-heartedly. But now that she likely considered their deal to be off, what would happen tonight? Would she demand to sleep on the couch? Graham figured he’d find out as soon as he stopped to get her.

When he entered the mess hall, he was surprised to find the kitchen dark and deserted. Neither Ro nor Allison was anywhere in the building. A cold twinge of unease bloomed in his chest.

He turned and headed for the cabin, catching Zach as he loped up the front steps.

“Did you bring Ro back already?” Graham asked.

“No. Why? What’s going on?”

“She wasn’t in the mess hall. Neither was Allison.”

Zach’s eyebrows lifted as he yanked open the door of the cabin. “Honey, I’m home,” he called.

Silence.

The icy feeling spread. Graham spun, heading for Jonah’s cabin. Allison would have been the last person to see Rowan. But then he caught sight of Jonah leaning up against the wall of the bathhouse.
What the hell?
If Allison were inside giving Grace a bath, Jonah would be inside as well. They usually just left a bright pink puff thing hanging on the door handle. Kind of like the sock on the door handle signal from back in the day. Graham changed direction, heading for the bathhouse. Zach fell into step beside him.

Jonah gave them a nod and jerked a shoulder toward the building. “Your girl wanted a shower. Told her I’d make sure to keep everyone out.”

Graham scowled. “Thanks for the update. Feel free to keep keeping everyone
else
out.” Graham reached for the handle, but halted when Jonah flattened his palm against the door, holding it shut.

“She’s a sweet girl. I hope to hell you know what you’re doing, G.” Graham met his gaze but said nothing. He didn’t know what to say. Because he had no fucking clue what he was doing.

Jonah just nodded and strode away. Back to the cabin where his wife and daughter were waiting for him. Graham didn’t like the feeling of envy that crept over him every time he thought about what Jonah had. Shoving the thoughts aside, he silently turned the handle and eased the door open. He gestured for Zach to enter ahead of him and slipped inside, closing the door as silently as he’d opened it.

They both crept across the yellow and white tiled floor toward the steam that was wafting from the shower area. The warmth seemed to melt the chunk of ice that had formed in his chest. Graham froze at the threshold. Ro was sitting sideways on the folding chair, bent over at the waist, reaching for a bottle of Allison’s shampoo that sat on the floor. With the back of the chair facing away from the entrance, he and Zach had an unobstructed view of Ro’s wet, naked body. As though she’d heard them, her head whipped around, wet ropes of hair swinging.

“You going to stand there and watch, or are you coming in this time?”

Ro couldn’t explain it, but she could
feel
them standing there. And she’d made a split second decision. She could be pissed about the change in plans, or she could savor the moments she had left with Graham and Zach.

She’d felt more alive last night than she ever had before. She wanted to feel that way again.

Zach yanked his shirt up over his head and kicked his partially laced boots off before tackling his fly. Graham didn’t move. She could tell he was dissecting her reaction. Trying to glean her motivation for the invitation after their words earlier. She decided to save him the trouble.

“I’ve spent most of my life existing. But last night I felt like I was finally living. I want to feel like that again.”

Graham must have decided her explanation was enough because, without breaking eye contact, he reached behind him and grabbed a handful of his shirt and tugged it over his head. His eyes were still on her as he dropped the shirt to the floor and bent over to unlace his boots. The ripple of his abs as he bent down was a feast for her eyes. Distracted, Ro jumped when a hot mouth landed on her shoulder, slowly making its way to her neck.
Zach
. He scraped along the sensitive skin, and Ro leaned back, trying to get closer to him. Hands slid around her to cup her breasts, and fingers toyed with her nipples, bringing them to hard points.

As Graham stepped into the shower, fully nude, Ro couldn’t help but be amazed that, in this moment, they were both hers. She reveled in the thrill. Graham’s heavy cock, already stiff and straining toward his navel, bounced as he closed the distance between them stepped under the spray in front of her. His cock was at the perfect level for her mouth. But he had different ideas, because he tilted her chin up with a finger.

“Zach’s been kind enough to present those tits so perfectly; I think I have to fuck them,” he said. His tone had evolved into a low, gravelly rumble.

Ro swallowed as he came closer, nudging her legs apart with one knee so he could step between them. This position left Ro completely open to them, at their mercy. She shivered at the thought.

“Cold, baby?” Zach asked.

Ro just shook her head and stared up at Graham as he fisted his cock and tugged roughly.

“Arch your back, baby. Stick these gorgeous tits out for Graham,” Zach said.

Ro complied, and was rewarded with Graham positioning the head of his cock in the valley of her breasts. Zach squeezed them together and Graham groaned. Her water-slicked skin provided enough lubrication for Graham to slide between them.

Ro couldn’t help but watch as the head of his cock appeared. She licked her lips. Graham reached out to grip the base of her neck. She looked up at him.

“Suck the head on the upstroke. You’re going to get me off with nothing but your tits and your tongue, and I’m going to give you an honest-to-god pearl necklace.”

Ro moaned as he slid his cock back down, and then as he thrust up, she felt his cock tunnel into her mouth. She laved the head with her tongue.

“Fuck, babe. Just like that,” he groaned.

His words and their actions had her squirming on her seat. She furtively reached between her legs and found herself soaked—and not from the shower spray. She moaned as she found her clit, and Graham tunneled into her mouth again and again. Zach rolled her nipples, pinching and tugging on them until Ro couldn’t hold still. Graham clutched at her shoulders, stilling her movements, and increased his pace. The head of his cock fucking in and out of her mouth was erotic, and she slid two fingers inside herself, spreading her legs wider. Graham stilled, and Ro looked up to see his gaze glued between her legs where she was finger-fucking herself.

He groaned, and said, “You’re gonna make yourself come when I say. You got that?”

Ro nodded, and as Graham resumed his thrusts, she timed her movements to his.

“Goddamn, now. Come now.”

Ro pressed down hard on her clit, and Zach tugged and twisted her nipples. She unraveled as the climax rushed over her. Hot jets of semen spurted onto her chest as she rode out her orgasm.