Chapter 5
Mixed Costs
Drew
“Are we good, man?” I have to ask because the guy wears a permanent scowl.
Wyatt glances up at me from his phone. He arches an eyebrow. “We’re fine.”
Fine. He says it like a woman does when she means she’s not fine at all. We made our way to the living room after taking showers in separate bathrooms. The suite actually has four bedrooms. Not that any of the other ones got used last night, only the one.
The dining table still has the remnants of dinner on it. After they delivered it, no one else came into this apartment. As it was, I answered the door while the others kept Sara occupied in the spare bedroom. Her skin was flushed by the time dinner was served.
The dinner was lovely and so was fucking Sara while feeding it to her. I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat with her without having a hard-on. Not that it wasn’t an issue before.
I blow out a breath. Wyatt is going to be a problem though. Yeah, he included me and we even fucked her together last night, but there’s still distrust on his end. “I want you to know that I respect Sara.”
Wyatt returns his gaze to mine and his brow furrows. “Okay.”
“This isn’t something I would do with just anyone.
” I want to make that clear. This whole situation could get awkward.
But Wyatt makes it more so. It’s clear he’s wanted her for as long as she’s wanted him.
I kind of understand the denial, but there has to be more to it.
A reason he couldn’t. That reason must impact her.
I have to resist the urge to pick at it. Other people’s secrets are my absolute favorite thing to figure out.
“What do you want?” Wyatt puts his phone on the table. “A fucking award that you—what? Don’t plan to fuck anyone else?”
I chuckle. “I mean, I am letting my girlfriend fuck her brother’s three best friends, so maybe that should be on my award. If you need an engraver…”
His eyes roll. Yeah, Wyatt doesn’t appreciate the joke. He doesn’t seem to have a funny bone in his body, especially when it comes to Sara.
He chews on that for a moment. “She’s not your girlfriend.”
“Ah, that’s the rub, isn’t it?” It makes sense now. He can’t claim her as anything in public. “Everyone will see me dating her. Me escorting her to everything. They’ll all assume—correctly, I might add—that she’s mine.”
His eyes flare with heat. Yeah, he doesn’t like that part. Well, I’m not exactly happy about not having the access they will. After all, they’ll be living with her, working with her, and I’ll get whatever time I can with her around our schedules.
“She wants you,” he says it like it mortally wounds him. “But that doesn’t make you part of us.”
Yeah, their little boys’ club. One that they conveniently forget Tom, her brother, is a part of.
But Sara wants them. Fuck, I didn’t realize how much.
I suspected at the beginning of our relationship, but the deeper we got the more she revealed.
Going forward, she’ll either need to get them out of her system or grow this into something we all find appealing.
Watching her get fucked by these three will quickly become my favorite activity to encourage. So I’m all in. Now to get Mr. Grumpypants on board.
I smile. “You’ll find I tend to grow on you.”
“I doubt that,” he scoffs.
My phone buzzes and I look down at the caller ID. Fuck. Bad timing.
“I need to take this call.” I stand and he waves me off like I’m a nuisance. Right now, his easy dismissal is a blessing. Otherwise, he might wonder who’s calling me on a holiday morning.
I walk into the bedroom and close the door before answering. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“My toilet broke again.” Her voice is soft.
I blow out a breath. “Do you want me to call the plumber?”
“No. Don’t be silly. I just wanted you to know.” Something shuffles in the background. “You told me to call, so I did.”
I thread my hand through my hair, knowing she won’t call a plumber and will just sit there with her broken toilet.
“I’ll be there in thirty.”
“If you’re busy, don’t—”
“I’ll be there. I just have to say goodbye.”
“Okay. Don’t rush.” She ends the call.
I breathe out as I slide my phone into my pocket. Yet another reason I won’t be with Sara all the time.
Sara
We walk out into the living room after getting dressed. My knees are a little wobbly, but I’m definitely happy and satisfied. The bath helped some with the soreness.
Having Dante’s cock buried deep inside me without fucking is definitely something I want to revisit.
Drew comes out of the bedroom and his dark eyes light up when he sees me, but his smile doesn’t reach them. My heart quickens and my insides twist. Is this too much for him? Is he already bowing out?
“I need to go.” He strides toward me.
My insides clench harder. I don’t know if I want to do this without him.
He slides his hand on the back of my neck and his lips claim mine. There’s an apology and heat in his kiss. “I don’t want to leave you.”
I want to say, Then don’t. But he’s not leaving me. Just leaving the hotel. I don’t know what’s going on in his life. Maybe an emergency at the club. Maybe his parents.
“Okay.” I don’t want to pry, not when things are just starting to go right for me. Even though I know they’ll go sideways soon. We have time to get to know each other better on our dates.
“You should leave with Sara.” Wyatt stands and walks over to us. He trails his hand down my cheek, sending little ripples of desire floating inside. “That way no one questions your relationship.”
Wyatt’s dark eyes harden as he lifts them to Drew’s. “Is that okay?”
“I’ll take her to your place.” Drew slips his arm around my waist and leads me toward the elevator. He leans down to my ear. “At last, I get some alone time with you again.”
My heart skips a little remembering our coffee date and the alone time we had in here before the others joined. His words, his rough use of me. Fuck, I shouldn’t be aroused again, but these guys keep me in a constant state of aching need. I should get used to it, eventually.
Dante kisses the top of my head. “I’ll pick up Peabody on the way home.”
I pull away from Drew and hug Dante. “Thank you.”
He wraps his arms around me, and I inhale his ocean scent, feeling warm inside. When he releases me, I go over to Finn, who gives me a flirty smile.
When he opens his arms, I step into them.
“Any time you want me to make things better, just let me know.” Finn’s words make my pulse race. He kisses my temple and releases me.
Wyatt stands with his arms crossed as he glares at Drew. I’m not sure what his problem with Drew is, but it won’t change this situation.
I walk over to Wyatt and wait for his attention.
“What, trouble?” He blows out a breath and lets his arms drop.
I step into him and wrap my arms around his waist. He folds me into him and I just breathe in his leather scent. I could spend forever in his arms. The fear that he’ll decide this is too much for him keeps pounding at my heart.
We haven’t even begun to explore his kinks. But he could pull away entirely and I have to prepare myself for that. I don’t know how I could continue without him. I close my eyes and squeeze him, wishing I could draw him into my body and never be separated from him again.
“Hey.” His gruff voice sends tingles down my spine. “I’ll see you in maybe fifteen minutes, trouble.”
He strokes his hands down my back and I tremble in his arms. It feels so futile. I don’t want to lose this.
“Sara.” His voice is softer and coaxing. “I’m in. I’m going to fuck you so many ways you’ll never be able to look at me without aching for me again.”
That’s the other part I’m afraid of. I draw in a breath for strength and pull away. He tips my chin up and I meet his dark gaze. For a second, we just look at each other, then he brushes his lips over mine.
“You’re mine, trouble,” he whispers against my ear.
I want it to be true. Fuck. I cup his jaw and feel his stubble with my palm. He smiles then. It’s like the clouds part and he’s here with me. I lift onto my tiptoes to kiss him one last time before drawing away.
Drew holds his hand out to me and I take it. This isn’t the end. They’re still mine.
He leads me to the elevator. When it arrives, he pulls me in and says, “Don’t forget to leave a huge tip, boys.”
The doors close and I laugh. I forgot about the tipping. Low music plays in the elevator.
“You have a beautiful laugh, princess.” Drew draws me into his arms. His brown eyes turn mischievous. “Want to recreate last night?”
“Somehow I don’t think we’ll be as lucky.” As the words leave my mouth, the elevator dings on the floor beneath ours and slides open to reveal an older couple.
They smile at us before punching the lobby floor button and turning to face the doors.
Drew slips his hand over my hip and pulls me back against him. His head lowers so his lips are at my ear.
“Do you want to find out how quietly you can come, princess?” His words are barely over a whisper.
I suck in a breath, but nod. Anticipation floods me. The elevator dings at every floor. Drew pops the button on my jeans. I bite my lip, waiting for the couple to turn around.
When they don’t, he slides the zipper down slowly. Okay, if they turn around, they’ll see my pants undone. Embarrassing but I could live with that.
He slips his hand into the opening and beneath my panties. I quickly pull my shirt loose to cover his hand, but it’s probably still very obvious.
I tense as he slides his finger through my slick folds.
“So wet for me, princess.” His warm breath caresses my ear. “Do you want them to look? Do you want their gazes on you as you come undone in my arms?”
He slowly moves his finger back and forth on my clit before easing it inside me. I bite my lip to keep from moaning.
The elevator keeps going down. We’re ten floors from the bottom and he’s slowly working his finger in and out of my pussy. I hold my breath, waiting for them to turn and see, aching for them to discover us.