Page 40 of Fatal Fantasy

“I’d never do anything to jeopardize this mission, my little passenger princess,” he snarks, handing the cashier a wad of cash as he places a kiss on the top of my head, eliciting a wide-eyed look from the man, as I’m still clearly wrapped in Tyson’s embrace.

Back at Emory, we rarely went out, and if we did, everyone was terrified of my boys, not even blinking at the fact that we were together, so the weird looks from strangers is a new addition to our lives, something I find very entertaining.

“Have a good day,” the cashier says sheepishly, handing Jasper the receipt and avoiding eye contact.

Not one to leave a scene without creating one, I play off the energy in the room, scraping my bottom lip with my teeth as I look between my two gentle giants.

“Their cocks are huge.” I wink, looping my arms through theirs, a boisterous laugh erupting from my chest as we exit the store, the door slamming shut behind us.

Something about that encounter has me feeling on top of the world, like I conquered a mountain or erased an enemy from this Earth, but all I did was mutter a few words at a person who’ll never see us again.

The little things are adding up, working in unison to keep the smile on my face, and for once, I’m not questioning it, choosing to bask in the light infiltrating my previously iced over bones.

Without a second thought, I spin around to face Tyson, grabbing his face as we stop dead in our tracks in the middle of the parking lot.

“There’s my girl,” he breathes, but before he can speak another word, I press my lips to his, slowly working my tongue with his as we lose ourselves in the moment, not caring who sees.

A few seconds feels like hours, like the world stopped spinning just for us, and when he releases me, breaking our kiss, I suck in a deep breath, hating that our moment had to come to an end.

In an instant, I feel a second body pressed against my backside, his breath tickling the hair on my neck, and I lean into his touch, resting my head on his shoulder while he wraps a hand around the column of my throat.

“You’re not going to kiss him like that and not expect me to get what’s mine,” he growls in my ear, releasing my neck only to pull me into his arms, his grip reattaching the second our eyes meet.

“Oh, Jasper,” I breathe, pressing his lips to mine in a frenzy, the desire of being with my men overtaking every rational thought I possess.

Kissing Tyson is like walking through a field of flowers, soft, yet gentle, while falling into something that brightens the darkest of souls.

Kissing Jasper is like running through fire, dodging the lick of flames against your skin as you escape an inferno, the adrenaline bringing a high that can’t ever be matched.

Kissing them brings me home, reminding me of the person I was when we met in New Jersey, and although I have no desire to be that same, secret-filled machine that only churns out lies, I so desperately want to feel alive again, and that can only occur if I give myself to them wholeheartedly, just as I did the first time.

“You’re my entire universe, Principessina. Promise me you’ll actually sleep this time around, okay?” Jasper asks, his lips hovering above mine, and I nod in response, loving how well he knows me, without ever acting like he does.

“I promise, Jasper.”

“Go snuggle with Tyson. He’ll take care of you while I get us across the border.” He presses another kiss to my temple, opening the back door as I slide into the seat, waiting for Tyson to occupy the space beside me.

I could stay here, just like this, for the rest of my life, knowing that this balloon of safety would require mountains moving and Hell being released on Earth before popping, and I’m slowly remembering what it’s like to feel unconditional love, the kind that transcends all else.

“Let me hold you, baby girl,” Tyson says, adjusting the passenger seat until his legs fit comfortably in the back, raising his arm until I slide underneath his shoulder, immediately feeling content as the arms that I call home envelop me into a sense of safety that I’d seriously been missing.

Just as I suspected, an alert cascades over the car, the connection to Tyson’s phone unwavering as a new email comes in, freezing us all in place.

This is it, the moment that turns this from a trip to an escape, and as much faith I’ve put into these boys, there’s still a tiny voice in the back of my head telling me to surrender, but I shove it down, putting the only trust I can muster into the plan that Tyson put his life on the line for.

“Read it aloud,” Jasper says, and I hold my breath, wondering just how far my father is willing to take this game, to see exactly what I’m worth to him after all he’s put me through.

I’ve been a piece on his chessboard for so many years, but now that we’ve stolen the upper hand, I want to watch him scramble, to see the moves he makes under duress, and when the moment presents itself, I’ll strike, wiping away everything he thought could be used in this game of cat and mouse.

The beast may have been laying dormant, only coming out to play once my boys came for me, but this game has been going on for years, and I was never clued into the lengths he was willing to go, until now.

NINETEEN

JASPER

We knew this was coming, but it doesn’t make the moment any less scary as Tyson pulls up the email from Carter’s father, and we find out if he bought what we’re selling.

The scene was staged, and if we’re lucky, he’ll follow the trail of deception while we haul ass across Canada.