Spread Your Wings: Men in Blue, Book 4 Read Online Free

shuffled forward.
    “Look, we only have a few seconds, but…we’re sorry, Jambi.” Matt wasn’t really the smooth-talker of the duo. To see him struggle to right things made her a little more confident.
    “Yeah, we know we keep fucking up.” Clint took over, making the most of their precious moments. From behind them, Lucas issued a brief laugh and muttered something that sounded like, No kidding. “We want to make things right. Later, can we talk about how?”
    “Of course.” She might have said more except just then they were called forward. Her two dates escorted her to the front of the room before leaving her with the lingering trail of their fingertips. Minutes later, she still tingled where they’d touched.
    From her spot in the line of attendants, Jambrea could see the place of honor Lily had given to her submissives. Ryan and Ben sat closest to the center aisle. Then Ramone. Bruce and Daniel. Cameron and his new Master—whom he’d met at Gunther’s—and all the others took up the entire front row. Behind them sat Lily’s assistants—Kitty, Dawn, Ive, Suz and Gigi. Each man and woman seemed genuinely thrilled for their Mistress, boss and mentor, who would pledge herself to the only man she’d ever knelt for. On Jeremy’s side, the police chief and a woman JRad had once rescued, Zina, held hands as they sat among a slew of other friends and relatives. Jambrea even thought she spotted Rhonda—a woman they’d all gotten to know and love at barbeques when she and Lacey had shared a backyard—sitting next to Mama Rose, Tyler’s mom.
    And just then, the music changed. Violins played classical music that might have seemed at odds with the somber interior of the club if Jambrea hadn’t become educated on the sanctity of this place for its members.
    Jeremy strode to the front of the room. He stood tall in his black leather pants and matching satin shirt. A watch set in a studded cuff adorned one wrist. His wedding present from his soon-to-be wife. The women had all helped her design it. On him, it was perfect.
    He looked formidable and knockout sexy. Comfortable in his own skin. Jambrea couldn’t believe she hadn’t realized what he kept hidden beneath his police uniform back in the early days of their acquaintance.
    Maybe everyone needed that one special person, or people, to unlock their inner spirit.
    Jambrea glanced across the room at Matt, then Clint. Both men were staring at her. She fidgeted with her dress, smoothing any wrinkles as best she could given the flowers in her grip. Clint winked at her.
    Though she tried to smother it, a smile tipped up the corners of her mouth. Why did he have to be so damn fine? And always know how to make her feel less self-conscious.
    A murmur ran through the crowd.
    Jambrea glanced toward the back of the room. She could see why. Lily. Gorgeous and austere in her black lace dress—a red leather corset molded her torso with the long skirt and train flowing from beneath—she clung to the arm Gunther extended and accepted his kiss on her artfully rouged cheeks. Lily’s locks waved down her back, unstraightened and unbraided. A rarity. Loose and free, they rippled alongside her face then over her shoulder all the way to her waist. If Jambrea had hair like that, she’d never wear it any other way. As hers was thin and fine, she’d always chosen to keep hers short to maintain the illusion of fullness.
    Jeremy made a small sound that drew her attention. The computer geek turned Master rubbed his chest over his heart and the bunch of lilies she knew were tattooed there. Razor, JRad’s best friend, clapped him on the shoulder for support. The groom didn’t appear to notice. Instead, his world seemed full of Lily. The palpable love connecting the two people Jambrea cared about, despite their distance, wrung her guts with joy and envy simultaneously.
    She peeked at Matt and Clint. Again, she found them both gazing at her.
    Maybe she’d been too harsh on them