Chapter 50
50
SHILOH
Seeing Toby embrace Donnie makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Now that I know his side of the story, beyond what was put into the papers, I have a better understanding of what he’s feeling. He’s got survivor’s guilt, just like me. Only difference is Eric is still alive.
Donnie doesn’t see that his teammates were shit people. He doesn’t see that his captain pushed the people who would have objected onto that booze run so that he could organize it with the ones he knew would help him with his twisted fucked up plan.
His captain sounds like he’d get along with Michael. Thinking of my stepbrother sends a shiver through me that doesn’t go unnoticed.
“What was that for, Kitten?” Donnie asks me as he adjusts Toby into a more comfortable position on his lap. No one likes a bouncy pup’s knee too close to their family jewels.
I bring my legs up to my chest and exhale loudly .
“I just thought about the fact that your captain and my stepbrother probably would have gotten along swimmingly. Two peas in a sadistic, fucked up, abusive pod.”
Toby looks like he wants to come cuddle me, but Donnie still needs him right now. Plus, the two of them can hold each other back. Leave it to me to fall in love with two guys with anger issues and a protective streak fifty miles wide…
I don’t want to talk about my past right now. Judging by the sky outside, it’s late enough to justify going to bed, and I really want to go to bed with both of them.
“You haven’t seen him again, have you?” Toby asks with a growl.
Shaking my head, I get up to grab myself a drink from the kitchen. Donnie loves his Sprite, but I prefer water. He finally talked me into getting the flavored seltzer waters, but it’s still better than pop.
“I have the restraining order and don’t go anywhere off campus unless it’s with one of the guys. If he tries to come after me, it would mean he’s gotten dumber from being behind bars.”
Donnie lifts Toby off his lap and comes over to wrap me in a hug. I like the fact that he doesn’t hold back or hesitate like the guys from the house do. They never quite understood that my touch aversion has more to deal with me being surprised than with me not wanting to be touched at all. Both of my men give me ample time and space to step away if I want to.
Resting my cheek on Donnie’s shoulder, I look over at Toby. He’s just standing in the living room, watching us with a sad look on his face.
Fuck that.
I reach out my hand for him to come to us. I’m not going to exclude either of them. Tonight made me realize I want them both. For once in my life, I’m going to take what I want.
“I think we need to bring our pup into this, Owner,” I mutter as I turn my face to Donnie’s neck. Placing soft kisses up from his collarbone to just behind his ear, I finish with a whisper. “Toby has always wanted to visit the Eiffel Tower.”
Donnie’s head falls back as he groans in obvious pleasure. I’m not sure if he’s reacting to what I’ve said or to the fact that I can’t seem to stop licking and kissing his neck. Either way, I can’t help but notice his body has certainly taken an interest in things. I wasn’t sure if I could be a bottom before tonight, but between the plug at the club and now, I might be willing to try it for Donnie.
“Where do you want me?”
Toby’s breathless voice comes from right next to us, making Donnie startle before stepping back in laughter. It takes an effort, but I pull my attention away to look at our pup. Not even two seconds later, we’re gasping for air while Toby looks confused by us acting like a couple of hyenas.