Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,82

let any of those women touch you, and you won’t need to worry about twenty-four hours,” he growled down the line. “Now, put your body against the glass or I’m hanging up.”

Dang it. I took the last couple steps. Leaned forward until my breasts hit the cold window pane. My breath fogged the glass.

I pulled the phone down, took a picture of me from the top view. My smile was huge as I sent it off. “I’m cold now. Enjoy the picture.” I hung up as I stepped back.

I shivered as I walked to the closet. Grabbing one of his sweatshirts, I pulled it over my head. Huddled in the warmth and scent of him around me.

My phone buzzed with another message. Steeling myself, I opened it. I sucked in a breath as I studied the picture. One of his hands was bracketing his dick. His hard, long dick. His fingers were pressed into his jeans as if they were about to clench shut.

I bit my lip. Dammit. I should have just finished him in the office.

Groaning, I shook my head. No. No. I could do this.

I could win a game of sexual teasing against Ryker Penn.

Chapter 25 – Ryker

I groaned. “Dammit.”

“She top you again?” Rafe asked.

I nodded. “Fucking women.”

“Can I put my computer away yet? Taking pictures of all you isn’t really how I saw this evening going. Not to mention lying to all of them with my wicked Photoshop skills.”

Turo and Nico just laughed. “At least we’re not actually getting naked. Nor are we as hard as you’ve made us out to be.”

We all laughed.

“I would be leaving. Dick does nothing for me,” Mas announced.

We all nodded. I shuddered. Nope.

“And since we have abandoned any and all pretense to playing poker, I will be leaving anyway.” Mas rose from his chair and gave a short wave. He was through the door and had it closed behind him without a sound.

I looked at his brothers. “Seriously, does he have some kind of ninja blood in his DNA? Is he actually a voodoo priest? Into witchcraft? Did he meet the devil at a crossroads and exchange sound for his soul?”

They all stared at me like I was an idiot.

“The man moves and doesn’t make a sound. You can’t tell me none of you notice that.” I shook my head. They might tell me that, but I certainly wasn’t going to believe them.

Turo smirked. “No. He’s simply that good. Have you ever heard the whispers of the Wraith?”

I slapped a hand to the table. “I fucking call him that in my head. That’s actually Mas?”

Turo nodded. “And they have not been exaggerated. Our brother is very skilled.”

I whistled.

Foster sat there like a statue for a moment. Then he started shaking his head. “No. Not possible. There’s no way those stories about him haven’t been exaggerated or embellished. He’s practically Superman and Jason all rolled into one seriously scary guy.”

Turo shrugged. “Believe what you will.”

Foster looked at me.

I shrugged. I was willing to bet Mas was the Wraith. Hell, I had absolutely no trouble believing it was him.

Nico’s phone buzzed.

We all looked at him. The muscles of his cheeks clenched. “Fucking hell.” He closed his eyes as he tipped his head back.

Turo’s phone buzzed next.

Then Foster’s.

I sat and watched their reactions. Felt vindicated when they both had similar reactions. I wasn’t the only one being led around by the balls.

“You said they weren’t allowed to touch themselves.” Foster glared at me. “Those were the rules, right?”

I sat up. “Correct. No touching themselves sexually.”

Turo snarled. “Are they allowed to touch each other?”

The snarl rose through my throat before I could stop it. “I swear to her goddess, if she’s let any of them touch her, I’ll strap her to my cross for a week.” I shot from my chair. Stopped when I felt my phone buzz in my hand.

Oopsie! –Willow

The short video showed her rubbing her fingertips together. They were coated in a clear, almost tacky substance.

“Oh, hell no.” I strode to the door like my feet were on fire.

“Hey, wait for me!” Foster said.

“Us, too!” Turo and Nico said. I heard their footsteps crash across the floor.

“I’ll just be here. You know…by myself. Fuckers,” Rafe called after us.

Foregoing the elevator in my need to get home faster, I jumped down the two flights of stairs to get to the parking garage at the lofts. I heard the guys follow after me. Once I hit the last floor, I was racing to my