“I’m right where I want to be,” Adam whispered, his cock still inside her. “Finally.”
Jake buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. “He’s right where I want to be. And he better vacate my spot because it’s my turn, baby. You wanted a ménage? Oh, we can give you one. We can give it to you all night long.”
Serena let her fears go for a little while and settled in for a long night.
Chapter Twenty
Adam thought about killing the man in the doorway. He could do it remotely. The asshole was just standing there, ringing the doorbell. It would be a simple thing to grab a rifle and snipe the fucker from the second floor.
Unfortunately, Liam was there with Grace and Sean, and Sean would throw a fit if Liam managed to bleed on Grace.
Tranquilizer dart. He might have some somewhere. Liam wouldn’t bleed, but he would die if Adam got three or four of the suckers in him. Yeah. That was a plan.
“You going to let them in?” Jake asked, looking at the security screen.
“I was thinking about killing Li.” Jake would probably help.
Jake huffed out a laugh and hit the button that opened the door. “Kill him inside, please. And don’t let Grace see you.” Jake slapped him on the back before starting down the hall. “You know we probably wouldn’t have ended up in bed with Serena without Liam’s help.”
A fat lot of good that had done them. Serena was sleeping with them, but they weren’t any closer to getting a commitment out of her. Any time he would ask, she got that blank look on her face and would mumble something about staying in the now. The now was precarious and kind of sucky. He wanted a goddamn future. He was starting to worry that Serena didn’t share his plans.
“She’ll come around.” Jake was suddenly the optimistic one.
He could hear Liam talking to Sean as they gathered in the front room. Adam kept his voice low. The last thing he wanted was Liam to hear they were still at odds with their woman. The Irish fucker might decide to help out again, and then Adam would be forced to cut off his so-called friend’s junk. “How can you be sure?”
“Because she stopped asking about a contract.” Jake gave him a little nod. “I made the mistake of being impatient the other night. I’m still on the edge. I’m deeply aware that she could walk out any minute and we might never see her again, but she’s still here, and as long as we’re in her bed, we have a shot. And something else hit me. She’s writing again.”
She was still in front of her computer for eight to ten hours a day, but at least she was typing something now. She’d rewritten one of the love scenes of her latest ménage romance. She’d included the word sore at least ten times.
“And she’s complaining again,” Adam admitted. He couldn’t stop his grin. “She was mad about the plug, man.”
They had spent the last week settling into a quiet routine. Serena worked. Adam did research on his computer, and Jake punched stuff. Mostly the bag in the workout room. Jake also forced Serena to go on daily walks with Mojo, both he and Adam at her side. Jake had also started training Serena, though not in the way Adam knew he would have preferred. Jake was training her in self-defense, teaching her how to take care of herself. At night, they would eat dinner together and watch a movie or some television, and then they would go to bed, spending hours on filthy, nasty, beautiful sex.
Adam had watched Jake and Serena going over basic self-defense moves the day before. It had struck him that Jake was teaching her so she could defend herself in case they weren’t around. He hated the thought, but he had to face the possibility because even with the sex, no one talked about the future except one small event. Serena had been taking a bigger plug every day, stretching her ass to accept anal sex. And she was complaining mightily.
“She said it was an elephant plug. I had to spank her to get her to take it,” Adam said.
A broad smile crossed Jake’s face. “She likes the spanking. She mouthed off to me three times yesterday so I would spank her. And the fact that she’s making jokes again gives me a little hope. The old Serena is in there. We just have to pray we’re still close when she comes roaring back to life.”
That was the problem. Adam wasn’t sure they could keep the relationship going once Serena didn’t need their services any longer. And sooner or later they would catch this guy and have to deal with a world where they weren’t on top of her twenty-four seven.
“Are we getting ready to go?” Serena asked, coming up behind them. She was wearing the dress he’d picked for her, a lovely blue and green wrap dress that hugged her curves and showed off her breasts. It was beautiful, but professional. And her legs looked amazing in the four-and-a-half-inch Louboutin heels. He’d seen her last night in those fuck-me heels and nothing else.