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Shaw is useless. He lounges behind Saylor with a goofy grin on his face and a palm resting on her stomach. It’s obvious that he doesn’t have the first clue what’s happening with the hand of cards. He’s simply soaking up every second of having Saylor’s body pressed against his.

The omega grins, tossing her cards down. “Man, you don’t have beginner’s luck either. The same thing happened to me the other night.” She laughs. “How about I switch for a couple of hands before we call it a night?”

Shaw’s face is visible over her shoulder, and he squints like he’s imagining ways to silently murder me so he can keep her.

I grin, putting my cards face down and shoving them into the pile. “I think it’s about time I got a win.” I don’t mean the game of cards, not in the least.

Saylor tilts her head and kisses the edge of Shaw’s jaw. “Don’t pout. I sat with you for at least half an hour.”

By my estimation, it was closer to an hour, but I’m not about to vocalize that. She climbs across the couch and spins around, planting her ass between my legs. It leaves her mostly facing Shaw because of how I’ve been turned to play. With her staring at him, he can’t continue to glare.

“I’m not going easy on the two of you,” he says, faking a lazy smile.

She laughs. “Bring it on.”

Shaw leans forward, grabs the cards, and shuffles.

Saylor wiggles her back to my chest, and I say a silent prayer to the universe that my dick cooperates. The pants I’m in are the equivalent of thin sweats or workout pants, and they don’t provide much coverage.

My eyes meet Shaw’s as I plant a hand on Saylor’s middle to hopefully stop her from grinding against my cock. Her sweet cherry limeade scent is far too potent, and my dick thinks now would be a great time to show her exactly how entranced we are with her.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Saylor

Imissed this so much.

No, I missedthem.

While we hung out and spent time together when they were working my security detail, they never let me snuggle in their laps like they have tonight. It’s majorly confusing my system.

Shaw smells like a smoky campfire, and Leo with his cedar and pine scent… They work too well together, blending into a delicious smell that reminds me of home and safety. It’s a nostalgic experience having them both so close.

My insides are warm and fuzzy with a contented feeling that’s hard to describe. That must be why I don’t protest when Shaw fails to deal the next hand of cards, and Leo casually asks about how I ended up in here.

They’ve already shared how the British intelligence guy, McCabe, contacted my family and how their boss paid an astronomical amount of money to have them kidnapped and placed in the facility. It helps me better understand why Valor and Omen are worried about managing to pay their boss back, but it won’t be a problem as soon as I can access my trust fund.

I ramble about leaving the club and seeing the guys I saw at the Christmas market. It’s painful recalling how they grabbed me on the street and the details of what went down when I made it into the facility.

“The two guys who tried to get me to look at the files of the alphas were awful, but that doctor lady…” My head shakes against Leo’s chest. “She bothers me significantly more. She’s a woman. I don’t know, maybe it’s silly. I just feel like our gender has enough to deal with, worrying about shady and aggressive men. It really kills me that she’s assisting them.”

“We’ll see what we can do on the way out,” Shaw says with a shrug. “If we can’t gain access to her within the facility, Leo or I can take her out easily enough. She has to walk from her car into the facility, or if they have a parking garage, we’ll take her ass out on the way into the grocery store. I can take the shot from a few hundred meters and be gone before anyone even knows what happened.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Leo mutters, tightening his hold on my stomach. “He doesn’t think before he speaks. It’s gotten worse without you.”

My teeth dig into my lower lip as Shaw smirks. “Did you just offer to kill her for me?”

“There’s not a whole lot you could ask me for that I wouldn’t give, and most of it revolves around not letting you ditch me.” Shaw stretches back against the couch cushion, and the plain white T-shirt he’s wearing rides up, showing several inches of tanned skin. “She hurt you? Knowing that is a good enough reason for me, but it’s your call.”

My mouth goes dry as my heart thunders.

How many times did I wish he would show me the time of day?

God.

So many times.

More times than I can count.

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