I switch off the laptop and lean back against the chair with a sigh. Seeing that document on that computer at the bar yesterday has made me remember what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. I’ve been so distracted by the Ryan brothers – distracted being happy for a change, that it was easy to forget that I’m supposed to be tracking down the Wolf.
That day when I finally escaped, I was convinced that I’d killed him. I stuck that wooden hairbrush handle right into his throat. I have never seen so much blood. But when I went back the next day to torch the place, he was gone. So, I ran, and I kept on running until I reached civilization two days later.
The Wolf didn’t have a car, or I would have stolen it. So, where the hell did he go to? Maybe he is dead after all?
But maybe he’s not. And until I know for sure, I’ll never be able to rest.
The boys have been gone all day and I’ve kept myself distracted with some more work and a workout in the gym. I showered and put on one of Liam’s huge baseball shirts. The soft cotton feels good against my skin, and it’s so big that I can wrap my whole body in it when I’m sitting on the sofa. Walking into the kitchen, I look in the refrigerator for something for dinner. I wonder if the boys will be hungry when they get back? Or whether they will have eaten while they were out?
The sound of raised voices makes my heart skip a beat as I realize they’re home. I had thought I’d enjoy some time to myself, but I’ve missed them.
A few seconds later, they walk into the kitchen carrying pizza boxes and the delicious aroma makes my stomach growl. Liam and Mikey reach me first. Putting the takeout onto the counter, they press me into a hot man and Jessie sandwich as Mikey kisses me, while Liam pulls my hair aside and rubs his nose along my neck. “We’ve missed you, baby,” he breathes.
When the twins let me go, lured away by the smell of the tempting food, Conor pulls me into his arms, lifting me onto the kitchen counter and kissing me deeply. I wrap my legs around his waist. “Come take a shower with me, Angel,” he groans. “I need inside you.”
“Sorry, Con. I need Hacker to check out that security system for me. She’s coming with me,” Shane says as he reaches us and places a hand on Conor’s shoulder.
“As soon as you’re done, then,” Conor groans as he brushes my hair back from my face.
“She’ll still be with me,” Shane says matter-of-factly and my insides contract at the thought. He said just one night, didn’t he?
Conor turns to him with a scowl. “I had to listen to the two of you fucking the whole of last night.”
“And I’ve listened to the four of you for the past four weeks. It’s still my turn,” he says with a wink as he reaches for my hand and pulls me from the counter, picking up a pizza box with the other. “But, first, we have work to do.”
I kiss Conor softly before following Shane into his office. He sits at his desk and fires up his computer while I take the pizza from him and open up the box. My stomach growls again as soon as the aroma of pepperoni hits me, and I take a slice.
He holds out his hand to me. “I need you to hack into the security system at Balthazar’s. I want you to wipe any footage from today.”
I nod as I take a bite. He doesn’t usually let me use his computer. “Sure. Shouldn’t take me long,” I say as I take a step towards him. I wait for him to stand up and let me sit down so I can get to work, but he doesn’t move, and I realize he is my seat. I sit on his lap and open up the page I need.
He pulls my hair back and kisses my neck and I wriggle on his lap. “This would go a hell of a lot quicker if you weren’t distracting me,” I say with a grin.
“Fine,” he says as his hands drop to my lap. “But, you’re sexy when you work.”
“So are you,” I reply as I watch the footage of him and his brothers wiping out the entire room.
“You don’t have to watch it all, Hacker,” he says as his hand slides between my thighs and his fingers edge dangerously close to my panties. “Just wipe it.”
“Okay. I can fast forward, but I need to make sure I wipe it all.”
“Fine,” he answers as his fingertips brush over my folds and I suck in a breath.
“Why do you insist on walking around the house in nothing but panties and a t-shirt?” he growls as he presses his lips against my ear.
“What can I say? I enjoy wearing yours and your brother’s clothes,” I shrug. “Besides, it’s easy access for you, isn’t it?” I chuckle, and he nips at my neck.
“You are far too much of a distraction, Hacker,” he hisses as he tugs my panties to the side and slides a finger through my wet folds, making him groan out loud. “You’re dripping wet. Have you been enjoying yourself while we’ve been out?”
“No,” I breathe. “I’ve been busy,” I shift in his lap, but he holds me tight to him. “Now let me finish my work.”
“A good hacker should be able to work well under pressure,” he breathes in my ear as he pushes one finger deep inside me.
“Shane!” I groan.
“Hurry up and finish what you need to do,” he growls.
I try to focus as I forward through the footage while he gently pumps his finger in and out of my channel. Then I come to the end. Conor and Mikey leave the bar, and it’s just Shane and Liam.
He isn’t watching the screen. Instead, he is nuzzling my neck and fingering me to distraction, but I watch as Shane wraps an arm lovingly around his younger brother and kisses the top of his head. “What did you say to Liam?” I ask.
He looks up at me. “Nothing. Just delete it.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing.”
He pulls his hand from between my thighs. “It’s none of your business. Now delete the footage.”
“Fine!” I snap, and press delete. “There. All done. Can I go now?”
He frowns at me as he lets out a long, slow breath of exasperation. “You are fucking infuriating.”
“Well, so are you.”
“Fine. Do you want to go, Hacker? Would you rather be with one of my brothers tonight?”
I swallow, realizing that I’ve offended him. He has every right not to tell me about the details of a private, and quite obviously, meaningful conversation with his brother. “No,” I whisper. “I’d rather be right here with you.”
“Here?” he growls. “You’d like to be fucked on my desk?”
“I just like being fucked by you,” I breathe as his hand slides back to where I’m already aching to feel him again. “Anywhere is fine.”
He moves the computer keyboard out of the way, pushing it beneath the monitor before he stands up, lifting me with him and sitting me on the edge of his desk with Liam’s t-shirt up around my waist. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking you on my desk. Especially when you’re wearing these pretty pink panties,” he looks down at my underwear. “You realize they’re wet already?” he arches one eyebrow at me as he runs his finger over the damp patch.
“Well, this really hot, moody guy has just had his fingers inside me. So, what do you expect?” I bite on my lip and look up at him.
He grins as he lifts the edge of Liam’s t-shirt and pulls it over my head before tossing it onto the floor. Then he trails his fingers down over my stomach and to the edge of my panties. He tugs the band roughly and shoves his entire hand inside them. It makes me gasp, but it’s so freaking hot, I experience the familiar rush of wet heat. He chuckles as my skin flushes with warmth too. His other hand reaches for my hair, wrapping it around his fist as he tips my head back slightly and licks from my collarbone up to my jaw. “You smell so fucking sweet, Hacker.”
I push my hips against his hand as he slides his fingers through my soaking wet folds before pushing two of them inside me.
“Shane!” I cry out.
“Fuck! I love the way you say my name,” he growls as he kisses and sucks on that perfect spot on my neck, right below my ear, at the same time as he begins to finger fuck me. His thumb knuckle grazes over my clit and my legs almost buckle until I wrap them around his waist.
The pressure builds and my thighs begin to tremble as the skin on my neck and chest burns with heat.
He moves his lips to my ear. “Come for me, Hacker. I want to feel you cream on my fingers.”
His filthy talk is my downfall and my orgasm bursts through me and I shout his damn name – again! He smiles against my skin, holding me in place as he rubs the last tremors from my body. “Good little hacker,” he chuckles.
