Page 54 of Kings & Carnage

“What?" Drago asked. "Next to you, this car is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever owned.

Willa glanced back at him, her green eyes flashing. "You must be high. You don't own me.”

Drago grinned. "That's not what you were saying last night when my dick was in your ass.”

Willa flushed and I had a flash of our tangled bodies and the hours we’d spent fucking her every which way while we’d been trapped at Daisy's house. It had been the perfect place to regroup, to heal and recover in more ways than one.

The fact that we’d had unlimited time to fuck Willa was one hell of a bonus.

She laughed. "You're the worst.”

We filed into the kitchen and I disarmed the alarm. Rafe had installed a backup generator in the house's basement, an insurance policy against another cut to our power. Now, someone would have to gain access to the house to take out the power, and they couldn't gain access to the house as long as the alarm was armed.

Drago looked at Willa. "I guess now you can get rid of your days of the week underwear.”

"I don't know," she said, "I think I kind of like them.”

"That makes two of us,” Rock said. "I can't say the same about my caftan. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at that thing without feeling my balls itch.”

“I'd be more than happy to host a ritualistic bonfire to burn the fucking thing if it means I never have to hear about your balls again," Drago said.

Willa headed for the stairs. "I cannothave another conversation about Rock's balls. I'm going to take a shower.”

"I'll come— ” Drago and Rock started at the same time.

"Not this time,” Willa said without turning around. "I just need one shower where all I do is get clean.”

My dick hardened at the mention of a shower with Willa like some kind of horny Pavlov’s dog. I couldn’t count the number of showers we’d spent fucking Willa at Daisy’s house. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to take a shower again without getting hard.

"I'm going to talk to Rafe," I said, heading for the doors leading to the patio area off the kitchen.

It was cold and overcast, the pool covered for winter, the patio furniture put away for the season. I stepped onto the snow covered lawn and made my way toward the tree line.

I was halfway there when a black-clad figure emerged from the woods.

He walked toward me and I saw that it was Rafe in full winter tactical gear, strapped with a semiautomatic weapon.

"Welcome home," he said. His brown hair was tucked under a black hat, and his face looked older in the cold. I knew he’d served as an Army Ranger and his eyes definitely said he’d seen some shit.

I shook his hand. "Thanks. Wouldn't be here without you. Literally.”

"Least I can do after what happened last time," he said.

I’d apologized for the loss of his men in the home invasion and had been surprised to find that he felt responsible. He owned and operated the best security company on the Eastern seaboard and considered it a personal failure that someone had gotten through his men.

"No one to blame but the guys pulling the trigger," I said. "What do we have out here?”

Rafe turned to face the trees and whistled. Similarly dressed men emerged from the woods a few at a time, stepping out of the tree line and standing with their weapons as they faced the house.

“Twenty-five men armed, trained, and ready to rumble," he said. "Plus the new generator in the basement attached to the Wi-Fi and alarm system. I also added four new cameras at the perimeter feeding to your CCTV.”

I looked at the men surrounding the house and thought about the new security measures, hoped they would be enough to protect Willa until we could figure out who was working with my father and eliminate them as a threat.

"Thanks," I said.

He opened his mouth to say something, then seemed to think better of it.

"Something else to say?" I asked.

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