Chapter 25 #2
My heart clenches. Did he go home with a woman? Is that why he isn’t here? Because he’s with her?
He isn’t mine, but it still feels like a knife to the gut.
I lean my head on Finn’s shoulder.
“Will it ever stop hurting?” The words are little more than a breath, but Dante and Finn exchange a glance. I’m messing around with three guys, but there’s still someone I want and can’t have.
Neither of them says a word. What can they say? I’ve known for years that Wyatt doesn’t want me, even as I pursued him recklessly. The only person I was hurting with my obsession was myself. Tears sting the backs of my eyes.
Fuck. “I’m going to go unpack.”
Finn helps me to my feet. I go into Tom’s room and shut the door behind me. A tear escapes and I brush it away. What a fool they must think I am. I’m still not over Wyatt. Even though he’s never been mine.
Maybe I should find a therapist. This isn’t healthy. I don’t understand it, but there’s this pull I can’t seem to shake. I know this obsession isn’t good for me.
I draw in a shaky breath and open my suitcase. Acting on instinct, I put things away, not focusing on anything in particular. Knowing that at any moment Wyatt will come home from his night out.
Will he smell like her? Will he brag to his friends about the woman he went home with? That sounds worse than seeing her come out of Wyatt’s bedroom.
I lie down on the bed and curl into a ball. I can’t go home and I have nowhere else to go. I need my little furball.
Fuck, Peabody!
I’m off the bed and out in the living room in a heartbeat. Finn stands.
“Everything okay?”
“Peabody.” I grab my phone and text the sitter. She responds and lets me know she dropped him off at the townhouse ten minutes ago. My shaking hand covers my mouth.
“What is it?”
“I have to go.” I glance around for my purse. Fuck, did I leave it in Tom’s room?
Finn grabs my shoulders. “What’s wrong, flower?”
“The sitter left Peabody at home. What if they come back? What if they hurt him?” I’m close to tears again. Fuck.
“I’ll go.” He brings me around the couch and sits me down. “Dante should be back shortly. He went to pick up lunch. I’ll go get Peabody.”
“I can go with you.” When I try to stand, he keeps me down.
“No, Sara. Let me go and take care of this. Stay here.”
I swallow and he cups my jaw.
“I’ve got this.” He kisses me gently before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.
I stand and pace, unable to sit still. How could I forget about Peabody? Maybe because I was wrapped up in two guys giving me orgasms?
It was so easy to just let them take care of everything. To let them sweep me into this life with them. Fuck, I haven’t even told Drew that I’m living with them now. What will he think?
Probably nothing. He doesn’t seem to have any hard limits when it comes to me. But still, I should let him know.
Me:
Can’t stay at home. Moved in with the guys.
Drew:
Are you safe?
Me:
Yeah.
Drew:
Good. Brunch tomorrow?
Me:
Yes please
Drew:
Send me your address
I blow out a breath and some of the heaviness lifts from me. Drew is easy. I like that about him. I text him the guys’ address and set my phone to the side.
Damn, it’s quiet. I’ve never been in their apartment alone. I perk up. I’m alone in their apartment.
Standing, I rush over to the other doors. Which one to pick first? I push open Dante’s door and step inside. It’s neat as a pin. His king-sized bed is made with crisp white sheets. I’m tempted to jump on it and mess it up.
The whole room is big with dark wood furniture. He has a desk in one corner and a huge bathroom with an extra large shower, no tub.
The scent in here is divine and I spritz his cologne in the air to smell it. It’s nice, but it smells so much better on him.
I make sure not to leave anything disturbed and go into the hallway. This time I pick Finn’s door. I step inside and his cologne hangs heavy in the air. His dark sheets and comforter are rumpled on the bed. Clothes overflow his hamper.
He has books and notes all over his nightstands. I pick up a few and read the backs. Finn won’t mind if I’m in his room and he probably won’t be able to tell if I move anything. His bathroom is a jumble of stuff on the counter.
It fits him.
I walk out into the hall and stand in front of Wyatt’s door. The others didn’t feel like an invasion but Wyatt’s does. Until I remember the camera in my room.
Pushing open the door, I wait for a second. After all, he could be in there. But when nothing happens, I walk inside. His cleanliness is somewhere between Finn and Dante. The bed is made, but not as neat as Dante’s was.
His room is tidy, but there are little things out of place that tell me he lives in it. I drag my fingers over the red bedspread and open his nightstand drawer. I didn’t go through the others’ drawers.
Glancing over my shoulder at the open door, I purse my lips. I’m supposed to be a guest, but Wyatt put a video camera in my bedroom. I sit on his bed to see what’s inside.
If he wants to play the invasion-of-privacy card, I have a trump card for that.
There’s a box of condoms. New. Bottle of lube.
Also new. I set it on the nightstand and find a black box.
I pull it out and put it on my lap. Curiosity rages inside me as I lift the lid off and stare at the toys inside. Sex toys. Fuck.
They’re beautiful. Made of stone and glass.
It’s like art, but dildos. I trace my finger over a jade one.
The stone is cold, smooth, and firm beneath my touch.
My pussy throbs thinking of what he would do with these or how they would feel inside me.
I gently return the box to the drawer along with the condoms.
It’s possible he’s used those before. Some lucky woman that he actually wanted to fuck. I sigh and head into the bathroom.
I’m picking through his cologne and aftershave, when the front door bangs open. My heart hammers.
“Finn! Dante!” Wyatt yells, but they aren’t home yet.
I step out of his bathroom, but hesitate to reveal myself. He sounds pretty fucking mad. Maybe I should hide in the closet and hope this passes or one of the others gets home.
I take one step and lift my gaze at a movement by the door. Wyatt stands there.
Fuck, I’m caught.