Rachel Dyken - Entice

“Tilt back,” I whispered.

“What?”

“Do it, Mil.”

She rolled her eyes but complied. I lifted her t-shirt from her body, exposing a black silky bra, and fought the curse rising up in my throat as water dripped between her breasts. Next, I tugged her already wet jeans down to her ankles. Mil hesitated then stepped out.

Matching.

Black bra. Black lace panties? I had trouble focusing for a mere second before re-purposing myself to do my job — make her feel safe.

I washed her hair, letting the pieces of black silk slip through my fingers like it was the most precious thing I’d ever felt. When I was done, I kissed her on the cheek and removed my clothes. I grabbed a towel on the way out of the shower so she only saw my ass cheek at most.

“Chase!” My body responded to her yell like I’d just stepped on a live wire.

“Hmm?” I didn’t turn around.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“I’m sorry I attacked you.”

I turned slowly to face her as she peeked around the curtain. “You think that’s why I’m upset?”

“Well, I, uh…” Her face started turning red as she closed her eyes and covered it with her hands. “I just I know that it’s harder for guys, you know—”

“Mil?” Holy shit, I had to rein it in before I died laughing and embarrassed her more. “It’s always harder for guys, kind of the point.”

“Not that.” She removed one hand and pointed at the towel wrapped around my waist. “I meant, it’s harder to stop, and I know that… I could tell that you…”

She cursed and removed her hands from her eyes and glared. “I could tell that you—”

“Mil, stop before you give yourself an aneurism.”

She glared, her cheeks so pink that it looked like she’d just gotten a sunburn from wandering the Vegas desert.

“Yes.” I closed the distance between us. “I want you.” I dropped my towel and purposefully looked down, waiting for her to follow suit. When her eyes dilated, I continued talking. “I think you know I want you. Did I want to throw you against the shower floor and have my way with you? Make you scream my name until you forget the horrors of what you just witnessed? Take you again and again and again until you no longer had any worries in the world? Hell yeah, I wanted that. I wanted that. But that isn’t what you deserve. It isn’t what I deserve. It’s a moment, one moment, and then we’re left with the rest of our lives. So yeah, you stopped the moment when I couldn’t, and I’m glad you did. Granted, I could have done without the slap, but I’m into kinky, so it’s fine.”

At that she laughed, still not meeting my eyes.

“Mil, remember what I said about you looking at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“You’re very, very naked.” Her hand reached out to touch my stomach, her knuckles grazing near my hip bone. Damn, but I wanted her fingers to slip so bad it hurt.

“You’ve seen other guys naked.” How was it possible that her blush deepened? “Besides, I’m your husband.”

“I’m sorry, Chase.”

“For?”

“Ruining the moment.”

“Don’t be.” I ran my fingers down the side of her jaw, memorizing the velvet feel of her skin. “Because I don’t want a moment.”

She gasped, her eyes instantly averted to the left.

“I want a lifetime.”

Her head turned so fast I was afraid she was going to throw her neck out of place.

“Take a shower, Mil. I’ll be waiting.”

Nixon

I checked the time on my cell and leaned against the wall. The desert heat was not in any way helping my already tense mood and irritated disposition. A guy walked by, flicking his cigarette into the dirt. Note to self: you know you’re edgy as hell when you’re halfway tempted to grab said cigarette and suck the nicotine dry from the remains.

And I didn’t even smoke.

Shhhit.

My head hurt, my muscles were sore, and Trace was pissed. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the building.

“Hey, there.” A flirty voice interrupted my self-inflicted torture session. I opened one eye, then two. A blond-haired girl in six-inch heels and something I can only assume at one point had been a shirt, hanging over her shoulder, walked into my personal space. Her shirt-dress thing barely met her thighs.

“Yes?” I kept my sunglasses on. If I took them off and glared, she’d probably run screaming down the street, and I wasn’t into scaring females… at least not in that way. I was downright pissed as hell and knew it showed.

“Just thought you looked lonely.” She lifted her shoulder and offered a teasing smile. Did that really work on other guys?

“You thought wrong,” I said simply. “I’m holding the wall up — like Samson.”

“Samson?” She looked around as if waiting for another man to appear.

“From the Bible,” I clarified.

“The what?”

“Gotta love Vegas,” I muttered under my breath. “Look, I don’t want any.”

“Any what?” She ran a manicured nail down my chest, biting down on her lip at the same time. I could only imagine her point was to get me to stare at her lips, but all I felt was irritation. Damn Chase and Mil. I just wanted to go to bed. I inwardly winced at the bad phrasing. Damn it, where were they? I needed to talk to Chase before tomorrow.

“Sex,” I clarified, my voice clipped. “I. Don’t. Want. Any.”

“But—” She twirled a piece of blond hair in her fingers.

“I’m gay.”

She snorted. “Right.”

“I’m into men.”

“Oh really?” She closed the distance between us. Just as I was ready to seriously put my hands on her and push, I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder.

“Hey there, hot stuff.” Tex said in a low voice as his hand grabbed my ass, cupping it with a little too much enthusiasm. “You ready?”

I ground my teeth together and forced a smile. “Yup.”

“Oh…” The girl stepped back. “Um, sorry, you guys, uh, enjoy your night.” She pushed past Tex so fast I was afraid she was going to teeter off her heels and get hit by a taxi.

“Tex…” I seethed.

“Hmm?” He took off his sunglasses and tilted his head as the girl hurried away.

“You can take your hand off my ass now.”

He gripped it even harder, “Why? Afraid you like it too much?”

I pushed against him.

“Just embrace your feelings!” He shouted, earning the attention of a family walking by with their two little kids.

I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and threw him a few feet away from me, trying my damnedest not to smile.

“Admit it. You keep me around for comic relief.” Tex nodded with a smirk.

“I admit nothing.” I lost the war against smiling and barked out a strangled laugh. “But I do keep your ass away from Campisi, so remember that next time you start yelling about me being your lover.”

“True.” Tex grinned. “Oh, and P.S., don’t knock it till you try it.”

“P.S.,” I repeated in the same voice. “Still pissed at you for screwing over my sister.”

“Yeah well.” Tex sobered. “It’s for the best.”

“Breaking her heart and bringing in whores is what’s best for her?”

Tex lifted his hands into the air. “Look, I didn’t say my methods were sound or that they were intelligent, just let us deal with it, okay? We’re big kids.”

“Kids.” I gave a snort as the image of Tex as a menacing child filled my head. “That about sums it up.”

A town car pulled up next to the curb. Chase got out and then held out his hand to Mil. My eyes narrowed; she looked… different. Happier.

Her mom had just died, and she’d survived a bombing.

And she was smiling like the Taliban had just declared world peace.

Chase gripped her so tight that I saw the white of his knuckles.

I tilted my head, studying each of them when Tex said. “Dude, you get laid?”

“Tex,” I snapped. “Go get something for their luggage.”

“But—”

“Go.”

Tex flipped me off, but ended up jogging over to the main entrance while I inspected both Mil and Chase. “I’m not saying this to be an ass—”

“Here we go.” Mil crossed her arms a scowl formed across her swollen lips.

Chase waited.

I licked my lips and tried to appear indifferent. “But if you guys start screwing each other now, I may have to shoot one or both of you. It’s not the time to play house, got it?”

“Play house,” Chase repeated in a deadpan voice as he dipped his free hand into his back pocket, most likely clenching a pair of brass knuckles.

“I know it’s your honeymoon,” I continued. “But this little scenario you’ve got going on with the whole hot and cold is going to have to wait until everyone’s safe. So Chase, keep it in your pants for once in your life, and Mil, stop trying to seduce the poor kid, alright? It’s like dangling a damn fry in front of a seagull.”

“Who’s a fry?” Tex asked, pulling the luggage cart with him.

“Mil.”

“Are we eating dinner or something? Because I have to admit—” Tex leaned against the cart. “—I’m freaking starving.” He eyed Chase and Mil. “Then again, I’m sure you both are too. All those extracurriculars really take it out of ya.”

Chase took off his sunglasses, his face twisting in irritation and annoyance, no smile. Nothing. He was pissed.

“Chase,” I said slowly. “You know I’m right. You’re the best I have. I need your focus to be on The Family. Your family. Then you can screw all you want, okay? Make a million babies, let her tie you up in scarves. Whatever shit you’re into, fine. But not now.”

Mil looked like she wanted to punch me in the face. Chase took a step forward, but she stopped him.

“Good talk.” I exhaled. “Chase, I’ll see you down in the bar in a half-hour, okay? We have business to discuss. Mil, you can go find the girls. They’re having dinner out by the pool.”

Nobody moved.

After a few seconds of tense silence where I was pretty sure Chase was trying to convince himself not to strangle me to death, Tex cleared his throat and pointed to the luggage. “You guys need help, then?”

“Yeah,” Chase croaked. “Thanks.”

We loaded them up and sent them on their way.

“Tell me,” Tex asked once we were walking back toward the bar. “Is your only goal to see how far you can push Chase before he kills you in your sleep?”

I laughed, the tension escaping through every chuckle that ran through my body. “Hell no. But Mil’s still the key in this entire scenario — we need her.”

“Dude, let Chase do his job.”

“Nah, I have a better plan.”

“Anger? Castration? Drowning?”

I sat down at the bar and grinned. “How good is Chase in situations when he’s told he can’t do something or he can’t have something?”

“Tortures himself until he—” Tex nodded. A slow smile suddenly appeared across his lips. I knew he’d eventually catch on to the brilliance of my plan. “You mean to dangle the carrot in front of the bunny until it dies from want.”

“And when it gives in…”

Tex smirked. “Rotten bastard. When it gives in, the damn carrot and bunny are so inseparable it would take death for them to part.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

Chase

Nixon was damn lucky I’d packed my gun in my suitcase at the last minute, meaning it wasn’t easily accessible while he was harassing me in the street.

My fingers itched to punch something.

I hated that he was right.

Hated that the last thing I was focusing on was the fact that random people were after my wife, someone was stalking us, and Mil’s mom had just been murdered.

But Mil was wearing a V-neck tank top.

I had the attention span of a pubescent sixth grader. Regardless of where my eyes were supposed to be trained, they’d eventually gone right back to her chest and stayed until she caught me. Then I’d jerked my head away — solidifying the whole sixth-grader theory, only to get caught staring again.

“You want me to flash you and get it over with?” Mil asked once we reached our room. Unfortunately, I’d just taken a sip of water. I choked it down and pounded my chest.

“Hey, caveman?” Mil snickered. “You gonna make it?”

“Yeah,” I croaked. “Wrong lube.”

“Lube?”

“Tube!” I shouted. “Shit.”

Mil’s entire face was frozen in a mocking grin, hands on hips, which, of course, drew my eyes to her chest. Again.

“I gotta go meet Nixon.” I forced a smile and walked past her, grabbing the key card from the table on my way.