“You’re never going to have to worry about that, because I’m not going anywhere. But for the record, I liked last night and I wouldn’t mind it happening again someday.” She kissed him gently on the lips, quickly pulling away before she forgot they had people waiting for them in the next room.
Not that those men were easily forgettable. She had a feeling they’d star in her midnight fantasies for years to come.
She brushed her thumb over the cool metal of his wedding ring. “Are Rowan and Oz a thing?”
The arch of his brow and the tug of his lips told her he knew exactly why she was asking. “Unless something has changed without my knowledge, I don’t think so. They’re both bisexual and pretty sexually adventurous. It’s just sex to them. Nothing more than scratching an itch. I’ve never seen them kiss each other or anything.”
She let go of his hands and trailed a finger down his chest, lower and lower. “It was pretty hot when Rowan fucked Oz. Have you ever . . . ?”
He snatched her hand before she could get to her destination. “Not my thing. But I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to fuck my ass with a strap-on one day.” He winked and pulled her toward the door, leaving her breathless with that sinful image in her mind. “Come on, let’s go see what they want, so we can go back to bed.”
He led her to the suite’s main room, where she found the three men having breakfast. She waited for the embarrassment over last night to wash over her, but it never came. If anything, she was having a difficult time not picturing what they all looked like naked and how she could still feel them on and in her body.
Hunter reclined on the couch, the huge man looking completely at home drinking a cup of coffee. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him or the others last night, even after they’d removed their black ski masks. She’d been too punch-drunk on sex. But today, with the hotel lights on and the sunlight filtering in through the blinds, she took her chance.
Among the group of self-professed techies, the bald Hunter appeared most out of place, with a full sleeve of tattoos decorating both his arms and tongue, lip, and eyebrow piercings. He was so broad and muscular, she couldn’t help thinking of the Incredible Hulk.
Then again, as her gaze bounced to the dreadlocked Oz, who was eating a chocolate chip cookie while sitting next to Hunter, she realized she wouldn’t exactly have pictured him as a computer genius either. Of course, like last night’s Byte me T-shirt, his There’s no place like 127.0.0.1 T-shirt today proved how looks could be deceiving.
Rowan’s appearance surprised her the most. He could have been a model, with his wavy black hair and perfect bone structure. When his intense gray eyes fixed on her, she felt as though he could see straight into her soul.
“About time,” he said, his tone admonishing. “I thought you two would never get up.”
Sawyer stole a couple of pieces of buttered toast off the plate in front of Hunter and handed her one. “Why the hell are you guys up so early? It’s like five in the morning out west.”
“Never went to sleep,” Hunter said in his rough voice. “We found something that needed to be discussed with both of you.”
Her pulse kicked up a notch.
Sawyer stopped mid-bite. “Did you locate Jeff Marshall?”
“Yeah. He’s in jail for armed robbery,” Rowan said. “Been there for more than a week.”
Sawyer nodded as if not surprised. “Then he’s not our guy. So what did you find?”
The guys shared a look between them.
Oz’s gaze went to her. “Maybe we should talk to Annaliese first—”
“No,” she said firmly. “Whatever you have to say to me can be said in front of Sawyer.”
After exchanging another ominous look with his friends, Oz scratched his head. “When Sawyer first had us check you out, we must have missed it. How many bank accounts do you have?”
She frowned, surprised by his question. “Two. A checking account and a savings account with about three grand. Why?”
Hunter got up from the couch and walked over to her and Sawyer. “We found another savings account in the name of Annaliese Hunt.”
Never in her life had she opened an account in her real name. “Couldn’t it be another Annaliese?”
Hunter shook his head. “Your social security number is listed.”
She’d never used it. “Maybe my parents set it up in my name to hide money and forgot to close it.”
“I don’t think they would’ve forgotten about this account,” Oz said. “It’s got more than a million dollars in it.”
The room went silent.