Chapter 5
Going Private
Wyatt
Tom fucked us. At least information-wise. I’ve been trying to get into his cloud account for the past hour. He must have changed his password, which isn’t normal for him. We’ve been friends for as long as either of us remembers. We’ve shared practically everything.
There’s only one secret between us, but he knows it even though I’ve never said it.
My phone rings. When I glance at the screen, it’s Talia. She’s the last person I want to talk to tonight, but if I don’t answer, she’ll keep calling. Fuck.
“Hello.”
“Come join me, Wyatt. You work too much,” she practically whines. The sound of electronic music pulses in the background. I should end things with her, but she goes to events with me and doesn’t seem to need more, except when she’s been drinking.
We haven’t fucked in months.
“I’m busy, Talia.” I glance toward the door. Finn hasn’t come home yet. He was supposed to check in with Sara and then check in with us. Maybe he went out afterward.
My thoughts always drift to Sara. At first it annoyed me to want my friend’s sister, but now it’s settled into a raw ache that I ignore as best I can.
“Too busy to fuck me?” Talia practically shouts to be heard over the music. “I could come over and do that thing you like.”
“Not tonight,” I yell to make sure she hears me. I’ve put her off for the past few weeks. She’s sexy, but she’s not the one I want. It’s growing difficult to pretend otherwise.
“Wy-att.”
I hate the way she says my name in that whining baby voice. Talia is becoming less convenient.
“Not tonight.” I hang up and toss the phone onto the couch cushion.
The door opens and Finn walks in, running his hand through his hair.
I straighten, immediately worried. “How is she?”
Finn’s eyes widen a fraction before he focuses on me. “Who?”
Fuck Tom for leaving us in charge of her. He’s the one that always reminds me of the bro code. That our friendship is more important than my desire.
“Sara.” My eyes narrow. The guys know who I’m referring to, so what’s going on with Finn? Maybe she wasn’t there? Maybe she’s at that guy’s house? My fist clenches as my insides boil.
“She’s good.” He blows out a breath and his hand goes back through his hair. “Yup, good.”
“Any concerns about the guy?” Something is wrong, but I don’t know what. Finn isn’t meeting my eyes. Maybe he left her with the guy. Maybe he caught them in the middle of something.
My blunt nails dig into my palm, but I don’t care. It’s nothing compared to the pain of knowing someone else can have Sara.
“Drew’s a nice guy.” He backs away a step and grins. “She makes excellent cake. I need to clean up.”
My brow furrows as he rushes for his bedroom. The door closes behind him. What the fuck is wrong with Finn? What isn’t he telling me?
Dante strolls into the living room and sits with his laptop. He’s been trying to trace Tom’s phone. Since our company pays for it, we have access. I shake off Finn’s odd behavior, but the need to check on Sara lingers.
“Did you find anything?” Dante asks, almost absent-mindedly. “His phone is off. He might have ditched it.”
“He changed his password on the cloud.” I set my laptop on the coffee table and walk to the bar. The whiskey is still on the counter from Sara. I grab a glass and pour some. She looked amazing this afternoon. But she’s always stunning.
I take a sip. This isn’t typical Tom behavior. He doesn’t usually go dark. Not on me.
Dante huffs. “We don’t have a lot to go on. Maybe this is about a woman. Who knows with Tom?”
Tom can be spontaneous, but he checks in with us. “Did you talk to Amber?”
Dante shakes his head. Fuck, no one wants to talk to Amber.
We all went to high school together. Amber was a constant for Tom. They’d fuck for a while and then break up and then get back together, or not, but still fuck. If he isn’t here in the mornings, he’s sometimes at her place.
“I’m not calling her,” I say. She can be a royal bitch. She’s also made it clear she wouldn’t mind a threesome with me and Tom. That’s not happening.
“Fine.” Dante sets his laptop down and pulls out his phone. He puts it on speaker and dials. Asshole.
“What?” Amber sounds angry.
“Tom with you?” Dante doesn’t mince words.
“Why the fuck would he be with me? He’s a fucking asshole.” Amber’s rage practically vibrates the phone. “Did you know he asked me for a threesome? With my roommate? Who’s a woman? Like he wanted permission to cheat with my roommate by including me.”
Rolling his eyes, Dante clicks the End button. “He’s not there.”
“You could have asked when she saw him last. That might have been right before he disappeared to make sure she didn’t call him for a while.”
She’ll get over any perceived wrong Tom does to her. I don’t understand their relationship or fuck buddy status or whatever the fuck they’re doing now.
Dante arches an eyebrow and holds out his phone. “You can call her back.”
“Call who back?” Finn walks out of his bedroom, freshly showered and cocky as ever. My eyes narrow on him. Something went down that he doesn’t want me to know. I’m sure of it.
“Amber.” Dante sets his phone down. “How’s pipsqueak?”
Finn nods. “Locked inside her tower without her suitor. Drew Young. He seems serious about her and she seems into him.”
Jealousy twists my stomach. I’ve watched Sara for years. I could tell this time was different when she mentioned she had a date. It wasn’t to taunt me. She was angry her date got interrupted, but she didn’t toss it into the conversation to rile me up.
“Was she mad at you?” I ask. After all, he interrupted her date again.
Finn grabs a beer from the refrigerator. “You know Sara.”
That’s vague. He sits on the couch and drinks from the bottle.
“Did anything else happen? Were her parents there?” It’s like pulling teeth tonight with Finn. My fingers itch to check the security cameras surrounding the townhouse. Tom helped set them up, so I know the password.
“She’s supposed to let me know when they get home.” His phone dings. He glances at it. “Apparently, they’re home.”
She was home alone with her date? Fuck, maybe this one is serious. She didn’t take him to a restaurant she knew I’d be at like she normally does. My heartbeat quickens. This should be good. Maybe seeing her with someone serious will finally cure me of the aching need for her.
“We should check on her tomorrow.” I rub the back of my neck. Those cameras wouldn’t show me her. “Either that or install fucking cameras to check on her. We don’t know what Tom has gotten her or us into.”
Finn shakes his head. “Nah, we don’t need cameras. She’s secure and Sundays are family days. They usually go to brunch and shit like that.”
He’s right. I’m overreacting. I need to chill. Shaking out my hand, I focus on the password problem.
“She starts with us on Monday.” Dante’s gaze meets mine.
I’ve been preparing for this since Tom told us it was happening. Three months of her showing up in our office. Three months of seeing her almost every day. It will be torture and pleasure every moment of every day.
That burning need to possess her will drive me insane as she flits around our office.
“I’ll deal with her.” Dante’s lips thin. Tom was supposed to watch over her. If Tom was there, it would keep me in check.
“I could help with her.” Finn drinks more beer. “We get along well enough.”
Finn still isn’t meeting my eyes. It isn’t like him to volunteer to watch over Sara. Dante took on that role long ago when it became obvious Sara wanted all of us but focused on me.
“We can trade off.” Dante’s gaze returns to his screen. Maybe nothing is off about Finn tonight. Maybe I’m just seeing what I want to see.
Tomorrow maybe I’ll go by during brunch and install those cameras, even if these two won’t help me.
Sara
I texted Drew Sunday morning, but he has family obligations all day.
It’s weird not having the rugrat burst into my room first thing Sunday morning.
Caitlyn has way too much energy and jumps on my bed whether or not I’m ready to wake up.
But she’s always excited about her Sunday brunch, where she gets to pretend to be an adult at almost seven years old.
My phone buzzes. Only one person calls me.
“What’s up, demon spawn?” I stare at the ceiling above my bed.
“Mom said I had to wait until now to call you.” Caitlyn’s voice sounds pouty.
“Mom was right. It’s almost time to get up for brunch.” I sit up and sigh. Last night, Finn walked me into this room and I thought finally, but then he left.
“We’re at a café so Mom and Dad can have espresso. I got a chocolate croissant and hot chocolate.”
“That sounds yummy.”
“Are you going to go to brunch without me?” That note of homesickness in Caitlyn’s voice hits me right in the heart.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t dare go without you.” I say it like I’m truly offended by the mere thought. “I’ll just have a boring, plain old croissant at home.”
“Good.”
I almost laugh at the forcefulness of her good.
“Mom wants to talk to you.”
Before I can even tell Caitlyn goodbye, Mom says into the phone, “You have chocolate on your cheek, sweetie.”
“Good morning, Mom.” I flop back in the bed. I bet she already knows about Drew.
“Are you taking care of yourself? Don’t forget to pick up Peabody. Alyssa Wyndham texted me to say she saw you out with Drew Young yesterday for brunch.”
“Wow, two seconds, that has to be a record.” I roll my eyes. Of course Mom has heard about Drew. I’m surprised she’s not already picking out wedding colors.
“Should I not be interested in my daughter going out on a date on her own, without me pushing her into it?” Mom’s tone almost goes high-pitched, but she’d never lower herself to sound screechy.
I sigh.
“It was one date, Mom. Don’t start the registry just yet.” I pick at my sheets. He’s also one hell of a kisser. My cheeks heat remembering Finn’s kiss and touch. My thighs press together at the ache.
“He’s perfect for you. I couldn’t have picked better.
We’ll have his parents over for dinner when we get back.
Oh, I wish I was there now so we could have that dinner.
I’m sure they’ll love you,” Mom practically gushes.
“Just don’t come on too strong like you usually do.
Try to be a little more coy. Guys like that. ”
I consider for a moment hanging up the phone and saying I got disconnected. In fact, I dream of it a little before I say, “Okay, Mom. I love you.”
“Do you want to talk to Roger?”
I laugh when I hear Roger say in the background, “She doesn’t want to talk to me, Bitsy.”
“No, I’m good. Enjoy your vacation and don’t worry about me.”
“Oh, you start your internship with your brother tomorrow.” Mom’s words make my gut tighten. She doesn’t know about Tom’s disappearing act. “Tell Tom to call me. I know he won’t, but I left him a message this morning.”
“I’ll tell him,” I say before swallowing. I don’t want my mom to worry, because she always does when Tom disappears. What I really don’t want is for her to show up here thinking she can do something to help. I need this time alone. And they desperately need this vacation.
“Okay, sweetie. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The phone disconnects and I toss it on the bed beside me. Sleep won’t happen now, so I roll out of the bed and cross to my bathroom. After turning on the shower, I brush my teeth and then strip out of my clothes.
In the mirror, I catch a slightly pink mark on my neck and lean in for a closer look. Last night, Drew left a mark on me. Pleasure ripples through me as I stroke my fingers over the faint hickey. I don’t think anyone’s ever given me a hickey before.
As I take my shower, my thoughts keep drifting to Drew and Finn last night.
My hands slide down my wet body. I’m tempted to bang one out fast, but instead I quickly finish my shower.
The other nice thing about having the house to myself is no little demon spawn to race into my room, interrupting what I need to do.
So I can actually take my time.
I dry off and wrap the towel around myself while I blow-dry my hair.
The ache grows the more I think of what should have happened last night.
Drew in the kitchen, me on the counter, his fingers moving in and out until he replaced them with his cock, thrusting inside me until I couldn’t even think as desire crashed over me.
Or Finn never stopped and, instead of lifting me off the table, eased his cock deep inside me, filling me so fucking full until my pussy clenched around him.
I set the dryer down and stare at my flushed cheeks in the mirror. And that one mark that means Drew wanted to claim me. Fuck.
I hurry into the bedroom, jerk back the covers and drop my towel on the floor. Naked, I get into bed with the covers at my feet. I stroke my hands over my nipples, imagining Drew’s hands instead.
Closing my eyes, I picture Finn smirking off to the side as Drew lavishes attention on my breasts and nipples, sucking, licking, touching. My pussy clenches, empty.
Parting my legs, I slide a hand over my trembling belly and touch my pussy, imagining Finn walking over and pulling my hips to the side so he can feast on me. The slippery surface of my swollen clit sucked on instead of rubbed like I’m doing. I whimper.
Both men worshipping my body with their mouths, taking me higher. I slide my fingers back to my entrance and push inside, arching at the sensation. I can almost feel Wyatt watching me. His dark eyes watching what Finn and Drew do to me, flashing with heat, wanting to join in, but only watching.
I’m so close. Dante would ease down on the bed beside me and trail those long fingers over every inch of me. I lower my other hand to circle my clit as I thrust my fingers into my pussy, faster, harder, winding myself up until I’m ready to burst.
Something makes a sound in the room and my eyes pop open as my hands freeze. I turn my head and see my previously closed door open. Fuck.
I disengage and roll off the bed, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around myself. Next to my bed is Tom’s old baseball bat. I grab that and hold it high as I walk into the hallway.
My legs tremble, but I need to check why the security alarm didn’t go off. My heart races. Tom’s door is open and I make myself go to it. Holding my breath, I push open the door.
A figure stands in the darkness. For a second, I think it’s Tom, but this guy is so much taller and his cologne reminds me of the ocean. I drop the bat to my side and turn on the light.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Dante?”