medicine through their ménage alliances. However, she didn’t know exactly how much power the group exerted. She was beginning to believe it was even more than she’d previously suspected.
She had been so hung up on the arranged-marriages concept all those years ago, she’d sort of overlooked the power people like Harrison and Michael wielded in other areas through their connections in the club. Her mother would have referred to it as a good old boys’ society, except the Trinity Masters didn’t exclude based on privilege or gender. They truly sought the world’s best and brightest—male or female, rich or poor.
But try as she may, she simply couldn’t figure out any connection between their organization and a fire set in a church.
“You need to go home, Dr. Jenner. Working yourself into exhaustion isn’t going to help anyone.”
She shrugged. “I’ve gotten some sleep. I have a few more patients to—”
“No,” Harrison’s voice interrupted her as he walked around Michael and into the room. “You’re going home. My car is parked out front.”
She scowled, unhappy about being told what to do. “I’m not ready to go.”
Michael stepped closer to her. “I’m your boss, Alexis, and I’m asking you to consider going home. You need a break from this place.”
Harrison nodded. “Come on. I’m taking you home. Now.”
She laughed humorlessly, tiredness making her cranky. “Oh my God. You wish you had that much power over me.”
Harrison closed the door to the lounge. “You picked a bad time to start a fight, Lex.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” Michael said, leaning so near she felt his warm breath against her face, “that we’ve been on edge for days. The fire has been upsetting to all of us.”
“What do the two of you know about that? And who is Gunner Wells to you?”
Neither man answered. Which was all the response she needed. Her assumption had been correct. Gunner was part of the Trinity Masters. But that still didn’t explain their interest in the arson.
Michael sighed. “The fact is none of us intended to spend this much time apart. So we’re going to have to make up for it. Now seems like a good time.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not interested.”
Michael grinned. “Bullshit. You’ve been eating me alive with your eyes for days.”
“You wish.”
Michael gripped her upper arms and tugged her against his chest. It was a power play, plain and simple. And damn if it didn’t start a fire inside her. Which she was grateful for. She’d been cold for days.
“You shouldn’t test my patience, Dr. Jenner. We both know if I tugged those pants down right now, your wet pussy would give you away.”
She half-heartedly tried to break away from his hold. “Don’t be crude.”
Harrison stepped closer. “Lex—”
She held up her hand to cut him off. She knew what he wanted. What they both wanted. She was right there with them. “I’m tired of feeling numb and lost.” Tears sprung to her eyes, but she batted them away. Refused to let them fall. She’d never cried in front of anyone and she didn’t intend to change that now.
“I’ve spent the last few days swimming in an ocean full of people in pain. And I can’t take it anymore. I want to escape too. But if we do this, it has to just be about sex. I’m nowhere near ready to accept what the two of you want from me, but I need…” She struggled for the right word. Finally, she gave up looking. “I just need.”
Harrison crossed the room and took her in his arms. “We’ll give you anything you want.”
“Even though I can’t give you—”
Harrison didn’t let her finish. He kissed her, fast and hard. “I love you.”
She closed her eyes tightly. How could such beautiful words pierce so sharply? “That only makes things harder.”
He chuckled softly. “No, it doesn’t. You’ll figure that out soon enough. I promise.”
She returned his kiss with one of her own. Then
She had been so hung up on the arranged-marriages concept all those years ago, she’d sort of overlooked the power people like Harrison and Michael wielded in other areas through their connections in the club. Her mother would have referred to it as a good old boys’ society, except the Trinity Masters didn’t exclude based on privilege or gender. They truly sought the world’s best and brightest—male or female, rich or poor.
But try as she may, she simply couldn’t figure out any connection between their organization and a fire set in a church.
“You need to go home, Dr. Jenner. Working yourself into exhaustion isn’t going to help anyone.”
She shrugged. “I’ve gotten some sleep. I have a few more patients to—”
“No,” Harrison’s voice interrupted her as he walked around Michael and into the room. “You’re going home. My car is parked out front.”
She scowled, unhappy about being told what to do. “I’m not ready to go.”
Michael stepped closer to her. “I’m your boss, Alexis, and I’m asking you to consider going home. You need a break from this place.”
Harrison nodded. “Come on. I’m taking you home. Now.”
She laughed humorlessly, tiredness making her cranky. “Oh my God. You wish you had that much power over me.”
Harrison closed the door to the lounge. “You picked a bad time to start a fight, Lex.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” Michael said, leaning so near she felt his warm breath against her face, “that we’ve been on edge for days. The fire has been upsetting to all of us.”
“What do the two of you know about that? And who is Gunner Wells to you?”
Neither man answered. Which was all the response she needed. Her assumption had been correct. Gunner was part of the Trinity Masters. But that still didn’t explain their interest in the arson.
Michael sighed. “The fact is none of us intended to spend this much time apart. So we’re going to have to make up for it. Now seems like a good time.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not interested.”
Michael grinned. “Bullshit. You’ve been eating me alive with your eyes for days.”
“You wish.”
Michael gripped her upper arms and tugged her against his chest. It was a power play, plain and simple. And damn if it didn’t start a fire inside her. Which she was grateful for. She’d been cold for days.
“You shouldn’t test my patience, Dr. Jenner. We both know if I tugged those pants down right now, your wet pussy would give you away.”
She half-heartedly tried to break away from his hold. “Don’t be crude.”
Harrison stepped closer. “Lex—”
She held up her hand to cut him off. She knew what he wanted. What they both wanted. She was right there with them. “I’m tired of feeling numb and lost.” Tears sprung to her eyes, but she batted them away. Refused to let them fall. She’d never cried in front of anyone and she didn’t intend to change that now.
“I’ve spent the last few days swimming in an ocean full of people in pain. And I can’t take it anymore. I want to escape too. But if we do this, it has to just be about sex. I’m nowhere near ready to accept what the two of you want from me, but I need…” She struggled for the right word. Finally, she gave up looking. “I just need.”
Harrison crossed the room and took her in his arms. “We’ll give you anything you want.”
“Even though I can’t give you—”
Harrison didn’t let her finish. He kissed her, fast and hard. “I love you.”
She closed her eyes tightly. How could such beautiful words pierce so sharply? “That only makes things harder.”
He chuckled softly. “No, it doesn’t. You’ll figure that out soon enough. I promise.”
She returned his kiss with one of her own. Then
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