“Bank job,”’ Hawk said.
“Bank…” I drew in a breath. “Tell me you’re not going to rob a bank.”
Jagger laughed. “We’ve already robbed a bank. Or technically, banks plural.”
“Don’t forget the jewelry stores,” Vigo said.
“And a handful of jewelry stores,” Jagger added.
I shook my head as a pit formed in my stomach. “Are you insane?”
“I don’t feel insane.” Vigo looks at Jagger. “Do you feel insane?”
“Not right now,” Jagger said.
Vigo looked at Hawk. “Do you feel insane?”
“Sometimes,” Hawk admitted. “But not because of the banks.”
“Thisis your work? Robbing banks and jewelry stores?”
I’d figured their work — whatever it was — was shady. As everyone liked to remind me, IwasBram Montgomery’s little sister.
Shady didn’t exactly shock me.
But robbing banks was a level of criminality —of risk — I hadn’t even imagined when I’d run through the list of possible Hawks’ professions.
“Beats sitting in a cubicle,” Jagger said.
“Don’t feel bad, mouse.” Vigo said. “They’re insured.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked. “Why are you letting me see this?”
I’d always imagined Bram’s criminality apart from me somehow. Maybe because that was how he’d wanted it. Part of our unspoken pact was that I wouldn’t be involved in shady stuff. That I would play the part I’d been assigned, marry someone nice, buy a house with a picket fence off Main.
“Because you’re part of our world.” Hawk didn’t look at me when he spoke, and I had the feeling it was intentional, that he didn’t want to risk seeing judgement — or worse, rejection — in my eyes.
But when I didn’t say anything, he lifted his gaze and looked right through me, the way he had in the tunnels when it felt like he could see all of me.
Then he walked slowly toward me and slid his hand into my hair, tipping my head until I was forced to look at his hard and beautiful face.
He stroked my lower lip with this thumb. “Don’t you want to be part of our world, mouse?”
“I want to be part of you.” The other stuff was more complicated, but this much I knew. This much was easy: I wanted to be joined to their bodies, wanted to feel their tongues and fingers plunder me, wanted them to fill me everywhere all at once.
“It’s a start.” He lowered his mouth to mine and drove his tongue between my lips, taking ownership of me right there in front of Jagger and Vigo.
My hands came around his torso of their own volition and I tipped my head to meet the sweeps of his tongue, my pussy tightening as he clenched my hair in his fingers, hard enough that my scalp stung.
I was barely aware that he was lifting my shirt until we had to break the kiss for him to pull it over my head.
Jagger moved behind me to unhook my bra, then pressed his chest against my back as he cupped my tits in his hand. “I fucking love your tits.”
Hawk kissed me again and I felt the brush of his hands against my stomach as he unfastened my jeans and slipped his hand into my underwear.
I moaned into his mouth as his fingers stroked my folds, and he broke away a second later.
“She’s fucking ready for us already. Let’s get these pants off.”