Chapter Fifteen
Onyx
Holy fuck. She just yelled my name!
Slate, Kalen and I are sitting on my bed discussing Amelie and how we can make progress with her, when her soft cry comes from the speakers on my laptop, making me instantly rock hard.
“Dude, I thought we weren’t going to do that?”
“Do what?” I shrug defensively as Kalen flips me off.
I know I swore I wouldn’t peep, but I can’t help it.
I watch the camera feeds religiously. It’s a compulsion I can’t deny.
I don’t even want to. Slate knows I barely sleep at night, choosing to stay up and watch her.
I need to know she’s safe, and no amount of security will reassure me more than my own eyes.
Hell, if I could camp outside her door, I would.
But that’s Kalen’s spot. I’m still pissed that he thought of it first.
Kalen has been obsessively trying to win her back, which hasn't worked so far, thankfully. But still, I can’t help feeling aggravated, jealous even, of Sawyer.
He has it so easy with her. Though granted, he never technically did anything wrong.
He was just collateral damage to our idiocy.
The worst thing he did was run hot and cold, and I’m pretty sure she’s already forgiven him for that.
Even Slate is singing with her again now. But I just can’t see a way in with her.
It’s driving me crazy.
And the guilt at what we did - what I did - is eating me up inside.
So yeah, when my twin, Kalen and I are all sat on my bed talking and we all hear Amelie call my name from her laptop, I feel fucking smug, more than a little happy, and horny as hell.
“Dude, do not whack one out with me in the room. You two womb sharers might be down with that freaky over sharing shit, but I’m not cool.”
God, I want to smack Kalen sometimes. He’s such a douche canoe.
“I’m not going to whack, rub or knock anything out,” I snap. Though of course, knocking Kalen out holds a strong appeal. Tempting.
“Enough. Let’s get back to the plan.” Slate sighs. “I know there’s been a little progress made, but it’s not enough.”
“I don’t think our father—” I begin.
“Fuck Dad!” Kalen crows. “Are we doing this for him or for us? I know he demanded we fix things with Amelie for The Order’s agenda, but is that really what we’re doing here? Because I was just trying to fix things with her because I miss her.”
I look at my twin, but he doesn’t need to say a word. It’s written on his face; he’s with Kalen on this one.
“Obviously, it’s for us. Or for Amelie or whatever. But we have to at least seem like we’re doing it for The Order, don’t we?”
My brothers grumble, begrudgingly admitting that I’m right. I wonder about Sawyer. He seems to be full on dating Amelie now. Is that just to get her into The Order...or is it because he’s head over heels for her too? And is our dad really okay with that?
“Right, so we’re in agreement then?”
“Fine.”
“Yes.”
They couldn’t sound more sulky and stroppy if they tried. Maybe they’re finally jealous of me because Amelie called my name. What I wouldn’t give to sneak over to her room and make her scream my name over and over again for the rest of the night.
Fuck it. I’m not gonna get to sleep while I’m sporting a hard-on this fierce. It’s time to say goodnight.
“Kalen.”
“Yeah?”
“Leave. Now.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Get out.”
“What? Why?”
God he’s such a whiner. “Because I want a shower and to go to bed.”
“I’m hanging with Slate.”
“Amelie is unprotected right now. You gonna leave her at the mercy of the psychopaths of this school to play Xbox?”
“I—”
“It’s fine. Play your little game. I’ll call Branson and owe him a favour. He can watch her.”
“No! For fuck's sake, O! Don’t do that. If you want to wank just say so. I can’t take a hint to save my life, but I do talk dickspeak. Just say ‘Kalen, bro. I love your scintillating company and ready wit, but I gotta knock one out with Mrs Palmer and her five lovely daughters’. Easy.”
“You’re crazy. And Amelie has been rubbing off on you too much,” I grumble. He’s always dropping weird slang and expressions into the already crazy shit that comes out of his mouth, so I can only assume she’s to blame. Like he needed a new hobby, he already drives me insane.
“Ah, bro” – he sighs, getting to his feet and crossing to the door – “I think the problem is that she’s not rubbing anything off on you.”
“But she’s rubbing off over me.” I smirk. Kalen’s jaw drops and I take great delight in the shocked expression on his face.
Slamming the door closed on him, I turn and head for the shower, Amelie’s cries of my name echoing through my mind, making my dick twitch in anticipation.