Chapter 10
Before we went to Rhyann”s house, we stopped by the apartment, packed bags for ourselves, and one for Tate, for when he gets out of the hospital. The place was in shambles, and there was police tape over the front door. The detectives gave the go ahead to go in, but reminded us that it was still a crime scene, so we weren’t to touch anything other than what was absolutely necessary. We made quick work at our place and headed out for Rhyann”s.
Everything looked good at Rhyann”s house when we got there. Our crew already finished the wiring for the cameras, and they were working on the new alarm system. Devon went to her room to pack her suitcase with any clothes she might need for the foreseeable future while I talked with Kathleen and Phil about having their house wired for security measures too.
After Devon was finished, and Phil agreed that having the entire property done was a good idea, we made our way back to the hotel. The anticipation of getting back there, back to our girl was killing me. So when we walked through the door moments ago to find the two detectives sitting on the couch looking at their phones, with no signs of Rhyann, my heart sank.
“She’s upstairs,” one of the detectives offers, not looking up from his phone.
“I’ll take her clothes up,” I offer, extending a hand to my brother to take the suitcase from him.
“We have some information on the person who broke into your apartment last night,” the other detective says when I’m halfway up the stairs. “Mister Crawford has been notified, and will meet us at the hospital. I suggest the two of you and Miss Devereux do the same.”
They get up from where they were sitting and leave without another word. I glance over at my brother who is walking over to the bar. He’s been practically silent since we woke up this morning, with Rhyann between us in that giant ass bed. I’d hoped that what happened between the three of us, the love making, coming together like we did, would bring him back from the dark place he goes to. But, I’m afraid that there might not be any coming back for him now.
Rhyann isn’t in bed when I walk into the room. She isn’t at the lit vanity in the corner of the room either. The sound of running water fills the air behind me. The bathroom door is ajar just enough for me to hear the sound of someone in the shower. Someone moaning in the shower.
A wide smile spreads across my face. I leave the suitcase on the floor next to the bed and walk softly in the direction of the feminine moaning. I can see the tub and shower through the slit in the door. The rain water pounding down into the tub, and two petite, pale legs rest on the sides of the tub. Soft little moans of pleasure echoes off the porcelain walls surrounding the perfect little body I know is laying under the water.
My dick twitches to attention behind my black jeans. Fuck, we might just be a little late getting to the hospital. I unbutton the top of my pants and slide my hand down and fist my hard cock. My fist pumps with every little moan and sigh coming from Rhyann. God I want to go in there and ask her if she needs any help, but I don’t if it would spook her and ruin the moment. Plus this is like my own personal porno right here. Who needs Pornhub when you can stand at the bathroom door and watch the woman you love fuck herself in the shower?
My dick is still sensitive from the hours of fucking last night, and raw dogging it now isn’t helping any, but fuck if I don’t love every second of hearing her moan.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Devon growls quietly from the bedroom door.
“She’s showering,” I tell him, not bothering to remove my hand from my cock. Rhyann”s hiss carries over the sound of the shower and her tiny toes curl as she climaxes. What I wouldn’t give to see the expression on her face as she orgasms under the water.
“You’re a special kind of perv, you know that?” my brother says. “Come on, she’s finished, and so are you.”
I am so not finished, my dick is harder now than it was when I wrapped my fingers around it a few minutes ago. But Devon”s right, Rhyann would hate to find us both standing here watching and listening to her private moment. It would undo all the work and the bonding from last night, and that’s the last thing I want.
With a long sigh, I pull my hands from the waistband of my jeans and settle my hard cock against my belly before making the painful walk down into the living room.
I really need to get one of those shower heads for my bathroom when I eventually go home. That little self love session was exactly what I needed to wipe away any lingering emotion from the night before. The only problem is that every time I closed my eyes, I saw three sets of hands, three hard cocks, filling me, my mouth, my ass, my pussy.
I sigh and shut off the water. Sorrow and longing fill my heart where, last night it was filled with passion, desire, and love. A false love, but it felt so good to feel it. I wrap my hair in a white, microfiber hair turban offered by the hotel and put the terry cloth robe back on. God, I hope the detectives didn’t come up here to check on me. I didn’t close the bathroom door all the way, and there’s no way they wouldn’t have heard me if they peeked into the room.
Slowly, I look open the bathroom door to an empty bedroom, the door leading out is still firmly closed. Relief rushes over me, but it’s short lived when I notice my suitcase sitting on the floor at the side of the bed. The detectives may not have come up here, but I have a sinking feeling someone, or someones, did.
I don’t know who packed my suitcase, but they thought of everything. Well, almost everything. There’s two swimsuits, plenty of jeans, shirts of every style I own, socks, running shoes, heels, even a pair of boots and three different bras. A couple dresses, and oh my god. My sex toys are all in here. Every single one of them! But there isn’t a pair of underwear in sight. One of the twins, if not both, had to have packed this. If I had to guess, my bet would be on Liam considering the sex toys and the thoughtfulness of giving me options. But it’s Devon who would be more likely to leave out the panties.
I unpack my suitcase, hanging up the tops, dresses and slacks before folding the denim and putting them in drawers along with my bras, swimsuits and— rolling my eyes— the sex toys.
I made sure to leave out a pair of joggers, a cotton bra, and t-shirt. After I dress and lace my shoes, I throw my hair into a messy bun, ready for an emotional war that has been brewing within me since I woke up alone.