Bulletproof

Chapter 17

"...Again I ask, how do you know all of this?" You asked with contempt.

"It's all speculation of course, however, I'm very observant - that's one of my skills in my repertoire." Bruce claimed.

"LET'S JUST GO," Jett whined.

The four of you made your way back into the brick building, and Jett guided you to a room with a large round oval table in the middle that was surrounded by Ace, Jersey, Hunter, Hathor, and three other men, who were already in the room conversing when you entered.

You look at both Ace and Jersey in the room and notice that they are both glowing. Ace, especially, seems a lot more calm and happy than usual. Most of the time when you saw her she was pretty grumpy and acted like a sour puss.

Maybe they did fuck, you thought to yourself, Is everyone here getting some here? Am I just left out of the mix?

You took your seat next to Hunter who flashed you a cheeky grin. Bruce sat on the other side of you and gave Hunter a death stare.

Hunter ignored Bruce's glare and smiled at you. Bruce growled and protectively grabbed your hand.

What the actual fuck is happening right now, you ask yourself.

"Tigre, why don't we talk afterward," Hunter says.

"He won't be talking to you afterward, not if I can help it," Bruce snapped at him.

You lifted an eyebrow and looked at Bruce. His blue eyes were filled with anger as he growled possessively. You smirked and thought it was cute. But, you did enjoy pushing people's buttons.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about later, guapo?" You asked innocently, watching Bruce's face turn a bit more red.

You could feel his grip on your hand tighten as he struggled to control himself.

"I can't tell you now, la monada, but if you leave your room open after the meeting...." Hunter purrs.

"Mmm, sounds goo-"

Your sentence was interrupted by Bruce pulling you in for a kiss. He growled in your mouth, tremors running through your body from his deep, intoxicating voice.

"STOP SUCKING OFF OF HIS FACE FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Yelled Jett, looking at both of you, "OR IF YOU TWO ARE GOING TO DO IT, DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. DON'T DO IT IN A PUBLIC PLACE!"

Bruce drew back. His face was flushed from kissing you, and he was breathing heavily. You just sat there, not knowing what to do.

"That's easy enough for you to say," muttered Bruce, "you're not the one getting blue balled here."

You could barely hear what Bruce had said under his breath. But your selective hearing allowed you to hear the phrase 'blue balled.'

Huh. I guess someone's getting nothing over here too.

You grinned at that realization. Bruce was probably as sexually frustrated as you were. You probably could use this to your advantage.

"She's right! This is serious!" Ace scolded.

Hathor seemed to find the entire interaction funny and clapped a hand over his mouth to stop from laughing.

"Aw come on! It's the first time we've seen our Bruce having a crush!" Hunter whined.

"Can't I rile him up just a little?

Claire giggled, but Jett stopped her by glaring at her. Jersey rolled her eyes and looked at you with a stern expression. You glanced at Bruce who now was completely red. His hands curled into fists at the table.