Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

LEENA

I chuckle, watching our team clumsily make their way up the sidewalk of our hotel. Colton has an arm around Ava to steady her walk and Jace is stumbling beside them with Ryan on his back.

It’s a sight to see.

We usually get a little tipsy, but in honor of Ava’s first op and in an effort to get Ryan completely blasted for the first time, we may have overdone it.

We’ll see come morning.

Sebastian’s arm is draped across my shoulders, Luke’s is wrapped around my waist, my shoes dangling from his finger. The night air feels cool on my face. As I glance up to the dark sky, hoping to see the stars, I catch Sebastian and Luke glancing at one another over my head. The look is sweet, but it also tells me how badly they want to get their hands and mouths on each other.

I wonder how much longer they plan on putting themselves through this. They could be together in public if they chose to, but they don’t. Some days, I wish they would. As supportive as I want to be with this, watching them stare at each other from across the room, or sit beside each other, their fingers only inches apart when I know they want to touch, is heartbreaking.

I get to touch my men, get to hold their hands and kiss them whenever I want. I can’t imagine what it feels like for them to be trapped, wanting each other and not giving themselves permission to have it.

When we get inside, it’s Colton who steps into the elevator first, standing directly in the middle of the small room with his arms crossed, purposely in the way of everyone. Ava laughs as she shoves at him, but he doesn’t budge. Luke and Sebastian give each other a look, then they each grab one of Colton’s arms.

“Hey, hey, hey!” he shouts as they lift him right off the ground and move him to the back of the small space. I can’t help but admire the show of muscles as they do. Colton isn’t a small man, he’s just about the same size as Luke as far as height and muscles, but they move him all the same, their biceps straining against their dress shirts. We all laugh when they let him go and he straightens out the wrinkles in his shirt. The rest of us rush inside just as the doors are closing.

We ride in silence, all of us exhausted, but that only lasts a moment.

“Hey Ry, I think there’s a minibar in our room,” Jace jokes, turning to glance at the man he’s still carrying on his back.

“Screw you, Jace,” Ryan mumbles. When the doors open, they stumble out, followed by Ava whose room is next to theirs.

“Night!” Ava calls back to us.

“Night!” I chuckle, watching the three of them make their way down the hall, staggering and laughing as they do.

We’re on a different floor, since Luke got the three of us a presidential suite so we could use it to store equipment and prep for this op. And Colton bought his own suite because… well, he can.

The doors close, leaving us alone with Colton in the elevator.

It’s quiet for a long moment.

“Okay, so hear me out,” Colton says.

“No,” Sebastian immediately responds.

“What’s better than two dicks?”

“Stop.” Sebastian growls.

“Three dicks!” Colton smiles. “Although, not sure where mine will fit, if you know what I mean. But we can get creative.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Fisher,” Luke says, running a hand over his face in an exasperated sort of way to hide his chuckle.

“Out!” Sebastian says just as the doors open, shoving a laughing Colton through them.

“I’m just sayin’... three’s company, but four’s a good time!” Colton shrugs, flipping a room key between his fingers as he backs toward his door.

“Goodnight, Colton.” I chuckle, and he gives us one last pointed look before disappearing inside.

I turn toward Sebastian and Luke. “He’s joking when he says things like that, right?” I ask. “Right?”

They both stare at me.

They blink.

Then they stare at each other, their faces giving nothing away, before heading toward our room.

“Guys?” I ask again.

No response.

I sigh, giving up.

Maybe I don’t want to know.

“Race ya!” Luke says, handing me my shoes, shoving Sebastian to the side and taking off down the hall. Sebastian chases after him, and I laugh at how ridiculous they are when they’ve had a few drinks.

More than a few, in fact.

When they make it to our door at nearly the same time, they both scramble for the handle, pushing and shoving as they each try to reach it.

Both of them grumbling when they realize it’s locked.

Luke looks back down the hall toward me just as I find the key in his jacket pocket. I hold it up for him to see and he lets out a breath, realizing he’s going to have to wait for me to catch up.

Then his attention is drawn back to Sebastian.

They’re both out of breath from the sprint over there and the little wrestling match over the door handle. I watch as they stare at each other for a long moment, catching their breath and just looking at each other in the way I know they’ve wanted to all night. Sure, they’re still friends, so it’s natural for them to be that in public, but I love seeing them like this.

Sebastian’s eyes move down to Luke’s lips, then all of a sudden, he’s gripping Luke’s dress shirt right at the collar, shoving him backward and slamming him into the door. Sebastian steps closer, pinning Luke’s body completely against it. His hands move up to grasp Luke’s face, then crashes his mouth on his. Luke groans, deepening the kiss.

It’s the hottest fucking thing in the world.

I watch their desperate lips and tongues move against one another’s, breathing ragged, their bodies moving with the kiss.

The two of them barely register my presence as I tap the key to the lock and open the door. They stumble inside when it’s no longer holding them up, but their lips never leave each other’s. Luke’s hands grasp Sebastian’s face as they continue this absolutely beautiful display of torture while I close and lock the door.

When I turn back to them, their kiss has slowed.

I was wrong before, this kiss is torture. Their eyes are closed as they taste each other slowly. I’m absolutely aching for them, and this is when I remember… my punishment.

I know it’s coming, know that I won’t be getting out of it a second time. What do they have planned?

I suddenly don’t want to know, because it’s late and I’m tired.

So I gently set my shoes by the door and hang up Luke’s jacket. Then I quietly squeeze past the two men making out in the entryway, discreetly making my way toward the bedroom. If I can just make it to the bed and pretend to be asleep, maybe they won’t want to wake me. Then I can put off whatever it is until after the drive home tomorrow.

They do seem a little preoccupied at the moment, so this just might work.

My steps stall when Sebastian’s voice growls out behind me, “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

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