Free Imprisoned Match [Ménage.com 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Peyton Elizabeth

would eventually get up and leave.
    “For someone who lectured me on choices last night, you’ve certainly made a few of your own recently, haven’t you?” Mitch asked, his chest rumbling from the gruffness of his voice.
    The vibration made her body come alive and want attention that she knew it wasn’t going to get. If she thought she had been sexually frustrated yesterday, that was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Having slept beside Mitch the entire night, her skin felt as if it were alive and sparking with sensations. The coarse hair on his legs brushed against hers, while the hard muscles of his thighs had pressed against her pussy most of the night. Exhaustion must have claimed her, because she had eventually fallen asleep, although not with the deep satisfaction she knew he could provide.
    “My choices are mine and none of your business,” Anna murmured against the sheets.
    “You made them our business when you agreed to have dinner with us last night,” Elliott said, his voice coming from the doorway.
    Anna lifted her head to find him standing in the doorway, holding a tray with three coffees and a bag that hopefully contained breakfast. Unfortunately, she knew those gifts of goodies came with strings attached. They wanted the truth.
    After Mitch had informed Elliott that he had to sleep in the chair, things had gone from bad to worse. He had demanded to know why she was buying illegal guns and how she got caught up with that type of criminal activity. Mitch hadn’t said a word while Elliott raged on about her choices. She figured out quickly who had clued Elliott in on her background. So much for Agent Monroe taking care of Cooper and Brody Jackson. Mitch had surprised her, though, by saying he was staying. It dawned on her that he thought she had been coerced into a life of crime, but without going into specifics, she couldn’t tell him the truth. This was her life, and she wouldn’t drag them into something where they could be taken from her like her family was.
    “As you can see, nothing happened last night,” Anna said, rolling over and placing her arm over her eyes. Maybe if she ignored them long enough, they would leave. “No guns were sold, no weapons bought, no one arrested. Mitch and I didn’t even fuck. Satisfied?”
    “No, we’re not,” Mitch said, although his innuendo had nothing to do with her background and everything to do with sex—which is what her body craved. She lifted her arm and let her gaze drift down his rock-hard stomach to where, unfortunately, he still wore his jeans. Yep, he was sporting a bulge like Elliott had been last night.
    “Mitch, she needs to come clean with us before we get further involved,” Elliott said, the warning evident in his voice. “We need to know what we’re facing.”
    “You aren’t facing anything,” Anna replied. “You’re basing your assumptions off of gossip.”
    Anna prayed that Cooper and Brody hadn’t gone into details about who she was. After all, the case they had worked on was not public knowledge and had been kept under wraps from the media. As far as she knew, the town of Triple never knew what happened that night.
    “Gossip? Cooper and Brody were there the night you shot a man named Sonny Jones. That’s not gossip, that’s fact. What they are questioning is how you escaped that night without being caught and arrested. Would you like to fill us in?”
    “You shot a man?” Mitch sat up in bed and looked at her like she was the one who belonged in jail. He was right.
    “Yes, and I’d do it all over again if I had to,” Anna answered, finally giving up on the hope that they could still have a quickie and then she could get on with her day. “Elliott isn’t mentioning the fact that Sonny Jones had a gun to Cyn’s head and was going to pull the trigger. I shot the gun out of his hand and then pulled the trigger again, making sure that his accomplice didn’t hurt her.”
    “Would someone please start from