Chapter Twenty-Six
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
COLTON
I lean back in my barstool and stare over the rim of my glass toward where Leena and Sebastian are finally making their way back down the hall to join us.
Took them fucking long enough.
Leena’s hair is still damp, falling over her shoulders in natural waves. She’s wearing a pair of those way too tight leggings and a baggy long-sleeve crop top sweater that doesn’t hide her narrow waist. I’m sure it won’t hide her ass either.
Fantastic.
This is just what I fucking need, another reminder of how goddamn hot she is… and how fucking off-limits. Not only because she’s my boss, but also because she’s in a loving relationship with my two best friends. A fact that’s impossible to ignore when I can hear them fucking her through the walls just as loudly as if they were in the same goddamn room as me.
Did I lie in bed and listen to it the first night? Sure. Did I get myself off on it? Absolutely. But since then, I’ve had to invest in some of those noise canceling headphones. Listening to all the things they’re doing to her, and knowing I will never be the one making her gasp like that… well, it’s not fun anymore.
So why haven’t I left yet? Deep down, I know why.
Because whenever we’re not on an op, or prepping for one, my days usually consist of waking up alone, spending the mornings alone, going to the gym alone, then going to The Club in the evenings. At least I don’t usually leave there alone.
Except for this past week, where I’ve barely stepped foot in The Club, and I’ve spent most my time here instead.
I glance at Leena again, reminiscing on our mornings together. I smile, thinking how much I enjoy making her coffee exactly the way she likes it, how we can easily spend hours talking and how we laugh together when the guys are fighting over what we’re having for breakfast. Even going to the gym with the guys has turned into a daily competition of who can outdo the others, how we all pretend we’re not sneaking peeks at Leena over on the treadmill. How we all get drunk in the evenings, doing nothing particularly exciting, but staying up far too late laughing all the same.
I guess all of it’s worth the cost of the headphones.
I did finally have to stop teasing them about a foursome once I figured out that this was more than some kinky sleeping arrangement. When I saw that they’ve created a life together. And I know I’m not part of it, but when I’m here, it’s fun to pretend.
This morning, I thought it was over. I assumed I would be spending another holiday sitting alone in my studio apartment, pretending that I didn’t care what day it was.
Until they invited me to stay.
My brain is telling me that the offer was made out of pity, because they know I have nowhere else to be. No one else to be with. Or maybe they invited me as yet another distraction for Luke and Leena so neither of them have time to sulk over the shitty situations their siblings have found themselves in. There’s nothing we can do about any of it anyway, at least not tonight. But something tells me that maybe there’s another reason.
I just wish I could figure out what it is.
Do they like having me around? That can’t be it. I get along fine with Luke and Leena, sure, but pretty sure Sebastian wants to kick my obnoxious ass half the time. Whatever the reason is, I suppose I should enjoy my last day with them.
Because that’s exactly what this is. It has to be.
Tomorrow, the three of them are going to the Campbells’ house for nearly two days. Even though I’ve attended that particular event in the past, I’m glad to miss it this year. I don’t necessarily want to be around when Luke and his roommate explain to Mrs. Campbell that the girl he just brought home, is fucking both of them.
Yeah, I can’t wait to hear how that goes over.
I’ll be at The Club for the next few days anyway. After that, we’ll be prepping for our next op before leaving the country. And then, once we find Leena’s sister, things will go back to normal. I won’t have any reason to be here.
Maybe I should get a cat or something. I can name it Pickles.
Purr fessor Pickles.
I’m unaware that I’m staring off at nothing until Sebastian slaps me on the back, hard , nearly spilling my drink.
“You awake, Colt?” he teases and I glare at him.
“I am now,” I say, steadying my drink and taking another sip.
“Come on, let’s head to the living room,” Luke says, gripping my shoulder and actually spilling my beverage this time.
“Aw, Luke, you bastard!” I laugh, getting up to admire the giant spill down the front of my shirt. “You’re paying for my dry cleaning, I hope you know that.”
“Your dry cleaning? Well isn’t that fan–” he tries to say. The last part is muffled from when I throw my wet shirt straight into his face.
I’m still laughing when I turn to face Leena.
And the look on her face has me very confused.
Her eyes are wide, quickly trailing over my naked torso, then down to where my jeans are hanging way too low on my hips. It’s probably pretty obvious that I’m not wearing boxers, because they generally ride a little higher. And I generally avoid them when I can.
I study her, and the look she’s giving me is somewhere between surprise and good ol’ fashioned lust.
Has she… never seen me with my shirt off? No, I guess she hasn’t.
I grin at her until she realizes I’ve caught her staring. She panics, then looks away quickly. It’s so fucking adorable. And I wonder if her blush is because she’s embarrassed, or because she likes what she sees.
Maybe I’ll leave it off a little longer. I smirk.
“Yeah, Lu has a way of ruining shirts.” Sebastian glares at his friend. Luke grins, so does Leena.
“Do I even want to know what the fuck that means?” I say, brushing past Leena rather purposefully as I head into the living room after the two men.
It surprises me when Leena is the one who answers, from behind me. “When we were in the safehouse, Luke and I fucked on the porch in front of the camera so Sebastian would have to watch when he was an hour away. Then Luke decided to use the shirt I was wearing, Seb’s shirt, to clean off his dick when we were finished.”
I turn. Then I just fucking stare at her.
I’m completely in shock over the words that just came out of her mouth and all she does is fucking stare right fucking back.
Part of me wonders if this was some sort of subtle comeback to my not-so-subtle teasing a moment ago.
She likes to play.
Interesting.
And apparently, Leena is confident enough to fuck outside, and on camera. Very interesting.
“Can you give me a minute? I want to go make some popcorn before you tell me how that played out when Seb came back. And don’t skimp on the details,” I tease, but I know they won’t actually tell me. I just need to lighten the mood before all of these Leena fun facts make my interest obvious and get me in trouble with her men.
Off. Limits. I remind myself for the twelve-hundredth time in the past several days. Off. Limits.
“They’re both lucky to be alive. And if they’d like to stay that way, they’re going to skimp on the details… entirely,” Sebastian growls out, his stern gaze eyeing them both. But he’s definitely trying not to smile.
I roll my eyes, because I know how much he likes dishing out punishments. I’m sad I missed it. Then I see Leena’s face. Apparently, she likes a good punishment too. Now I’m wondering how many other fun facts she has.
I suddenly want to know all of them.
What the fuck happened in that safehouse? Where did they fuck in that safehouse? I know they’re both fucking her, but at the same time? Does she let them fuck her ass?
Holy fucking shit this needs to stop.
But to be fair, Leena started this rampage of thoughts running through my head. And now I’m afraid they’ll never stop, because picturing her and Luke fucking on a porch in front of a goddamn camera is not an image that will ever leave my brain now that it’s been put there.
I wonder if they kept the video.
Okay, that’s it. “So what game are we playing?” I quickly ask, heading straight for the go-bag before my bare cock is completely jammed against my zipper.