Chapter 21
21
Amy
Waking up between Zach and Kincaid was not as surprising anymore, but the fact they were in her room and not theirs did make her blink. She couldn’t remember anything that happened last night after Zach slid into her pussy in the Jail while Kincaid was still fucking her mouth. Remembering that made her stomach do cartwheels and her sore pussy clench.
Ow.
Not just a sore pussy, either. Sore everything.
Shifting, she could feel that both of her holes hurt. She was kinda sad she didn’t get to see the size of the plug Zach had used on her ass. It had felt huge. She couldn’t help but wonder how much of that had been in her head or if she was going to feel proud of what she’d taken.
Her nightgown, which was incredibly soft, brushed against her nipples as she sat up between the two men, and she winced. Ow. Those hurt, too.
Everything hurt in the best way.
And they’d stayed with her. She could only assume they’d also been the ones to put her in her nightgown. The combination made her feel all sorts of mush that she was going to have to fight off.
It doesn’t mean anything.
Other than they were concerned about her. Just like they had been when they’d done the scene here in the house. It wasn’t like she was waking up in their bed again. She was in hers, and they had joined her. Because they were good Doms.
And that’s it, so don’t read anything into it.
The fact that she’d woken up before Kincaid meant he was tapped out, too. A little thrill of glee went through her. She could make breakfast for them!
She was feeling energized. Good. Sore but satisfied. So far beyond what she’d hoped when she’d been watching all those other subbies come up from the Dungeon last night. She’d gotten everything she’d wanted and more.
Making breakfast seemed like a good way to repay them.
Carefully, she slid toward the headboard to get out from under the covers, sliding her legs from under Kincaid’s arms. Zach’s brow furrowed as she moved, and she froze, waiting until it smoothed out before she started moving again.
Once she was out from between them and off the bed, Kincaid made a disgruntled noise, reaching out and finding Zach. Amy watched, amused, as the two of them shifted closer together, filling in the space she’d left behind. Damn, they were cute.
She kind of wanted to take a picture, but that felt too much like an invasion of privacy.
That reminded her to grab her phone. It took her a few minutes to realize that it wasn’t in the bedroom. Pulling on her robe she went exploring and found it a few minutes later, plugged in to charge alongside the guys’ phones on the kitchen counter. She had always slept with hers by the bedside, but she didn’t hate that it was in the other room, especially when she checked and saw the number of text messages racked up in the group chat.
With a small groan, she put the phone back down. She wasn’t ready for a full-on discussion with the chat yet. Maybe after she’d had something to eat.
It didn’t take her long to get things assembled for scrambled eggs, hash browns, and sausage. She also pulled out some apples to slice, but not until right before she was ready to serve because she didn’t want them going brown while she was cooking everything else.
Humming under her breath, she cracked the eggs while the oven was heating for the hash browns. Every move she made hurt a little, and she liked it. Especially the ache between her legs. How long had it been since she’d ached like this?
Have I ever ached like this? Or felt this satisfied?
Why she felt guilty for thinking about how Jeremy hadn’t been able to satisfy her when he’d also been cheating on her, she’d probably never be able to figure out. Part of her head wanted to make excuses—it wasn’t really his fault. She’d figured out early on in the relationship that he wasn’t kinky; the spark had started to die, anyway… But deep down, she also knew he’d never made the kind of effort Kincaid and Zach had last night.
He’d never said he wanted to give her as many orgasms as she could take. Heck, during the last year, he’d barely seemed to care if she orgasmed at all. She’d chalked it up to wedding planning exhaustion. Or maybe it had really been her reaction that had been wedding planning exhaustion. She’d been too tired to fight for herself, to fight for what she wanted. Too emotionally exhausted by doing… well, pretty much everything. And for very little, if any, gratitude in return.
Did it make her feel pathetic? Yes. But also angry. And not just at herself now. It wasn’t as though she had asked for very much. It would not have been that hard for him to make her feel special. Wanted. Loved.
Her phone buzzed, making her jump, and she looked over at the screen.
“Think of the devil, and he appears,” she muttered, staring at Jeremy’s name. Should she pick up?
If she didn’t, and he didn’t leave a voicemail—which he almost never did because he hated leaving voicemails—she was just going to spend all day wondering what he wanted. It would drive her crazy.
Worse… what if she’d left something at their… no, his house? What if she didn’t answer, and he threw it away instead of trying to get back in contact with her? She absolutely believed he was capable of that.
Gritting her teeth, she set down the whisk she’d been planning to use for the eggs and picked up the phone, swiping to answer.
“Hello?” She made her voice as coldly neutral as she could. She didn’t want him to know that he affected her at all.
He doesn’t affect me. I just had the night of my life with the two hottest Doms in the club and orgasmed until I basically passed out.
Jeremy didn’t bother with a hello.
“I’m going to need two hundred dollars for your portion of the electric bill by the end of this week.”
Her head blanked. Hearing his voice again made her skin crawl, his dismissive tone making her want to shrink inside herself. When his words actually registered, they halted her thoughts in their tracks. And not in a good way, like Zach and Kincaid had.
“You expect me to pay the electric bill?”
She could practically hear his eyes roll.
“You lived here during the past month, right? You used electricity. You owe part of the bill.”
When looked at that way, it almost made sense, but…
“But you kicked me out.”
“Yeah, and I’m not asking you to pay for the part of the bill after?—”
His words were cut off as the phone was plucked out of her hand, making her jump and scream in surprise. Whirling around, she stared at Kincaid, who frowned back at her as he put the phone to his ear.
“Amy isn’t paying for shit, and you are not calling her again,” he said calmly. She couldn’t hear exactly what Jeremy was saying at that point, but she could hear the sound on the other side of the phone cutting off at the sound of Kincaid’s voice. “If you have any questions, you can direct them to me, Detective Kincaid Cavill, or to her lawyer, Alfred Johan of Addison, O’Shane, and Smith. Though, I would look him up before you made that move.”
Something muffled on the other side of the phone while Amy kept staring at Kincaid, frozen in place. She didn’t know what was worse—what Jeremy was demanding, the fact she knew she’d already been on her way to caving and paying the bill just to get him to leave her alone, or being humiliated at Kincaid knowing what an absolute dick nozzle she’d almost married.
But having him stand up for her was making her heart do all sorts of swoony, swoopy things that had nothing to do with his bare muscular chest and the grey sweatpants hanging off his hips.
“Yes, I can do that. You didn’t have Amy on any kind of lease, and technically, you did not give her the proper amount of time to move out. She could have made your life far more difficult than she has, and she chose not to. Out of deference to her, the rest of her friends have also chosen not to, but we can change our minds at any time. I’m going to text you my number and Alfred’s number. Do not call her again.”
And with that, Kincaid hung up the phone and set it down on the counter, looking at her like he hadn’t just done the hottest thing ever. She kinda wanted to jump him right now, no matter how sore she was.
But that was for the club.
She was going to give him the best damn blow job the next time they got to the club.
“Want some help with breakfast?” he asked right as the oven beeped. It was done pre-heating.
“Sure, can you put the hashbrowns in the oven?” She’d already dumped the shredded potatoes into the dish, so there wasn’t much else to do.
“Yeah… mind if I add some peppers to it?” Amy hesitated. Kincaid raised his eyebrow at her. “I know you don’t like peppers in salad, but we haven’t done cooked peppers yet, and some of the things you don’t eat raw, you do eat cooked.”
She shrugged one shoulder a little weakly.
“Peppers are flavor rapists.”
“What?” Kincaid stared at her, a shocked laugh bubbling up out of him, which made her smile a little more authentic.
“If you put peppers in something, everything else just tastes like peppers. They completely take over. They’re flavor rapists.”
Putting his hand on the counter, Kincaid doubled over laughing, which made Amy huff. It wasn’t that funny. She knew it was a little weird, but… it was true. Seafood did the same thing. She’d gotten really good at picking things out of dishes she didn’t like, but some things, it didn’t matter if you picked them out because they left their flavor behind.
Flavor rapists.
Since he was still laughing, she decided to take charge of the situation.
“Here, I’ll divide it into two dishes so that you and Zach can have yours with pepper.” And it wouldn’t touch hers and spread the flavor. Her declaration just made Kincaid laugh even harder, which made it really hard for her not to giggle, but she didn’t want to encourage him.
Zach
Once again, Amy and Kincaid were in the kitchen together, laughing. Zach tried not to feel left out as he came down the hallway. Yeah, he was the one who loved to cook, but he just got up later than they both did. It wasn’t a big deal.
It hadn’t bothered him before today. Not really.
Probably because they hadn’t had a night together like last night. Last night, they’d all three been equally involved. Waking up alone while the two of them were in the kitchen…
He knew it didn’t mean anything, but he still couldn’t help but feel left out.
Maybe he needed to start getting up earlier.
Doubtful.
Strolling into the kitchen, he felt a little better when both Amy and Kincaid looked up to greet him and smiled. Kincaid was wearing his sweatpants and nothing else, like he usually did on weekend mornings, while Amy was in her navy-blue robe. He assumed she was still in the nightgown they’d put her to bed in. Her hair was tousled, and she was smiling, but there was something off about her, too.
“Good morning,” Kincaid said, moving over to slip his arm around Zach’s waist and give him a brief kiss. “Breakfast should be ready in about five minutes.”
“Morning.” He smiled at his boyfriend. Why did this feel so awkward? It wasn’t like they were really leaving Amy out. This was how they were every morning. Yet, it felt different now while she busied herself at the stove. “Is the coffee ready?”
“It is.” Kincaid let him go, turning away to grab a prepared mug before turning back to hand it to him.
“So, what was so funny?” Zach asked. “I could hear you laughing all the way down the hallway.”
Amy and Kincaid exchanged a look, identical smiles lighting up both of their faces.
“Flavor rapists,” they said in unison, to his utter confusion, then both cracked up.
Zach lifted the coffee mug to his lips to help cover his uneasy smile. They weren’t deliberately trying to leave him out. He knew that. They’d just been up and talking already, and he’d missed some things. No big deal. Not at all.
If only that logical reassurance did anything for the uncomfortable way his stomach turned over.
“Sorry, sorry,” Amy said, still snickering and sharing another glance with Kincaid, who started laughing again. Zach was torn between enjoying watching Kincaid laugh so hard, which didn’t happen often enough, and feeling out of the loop.
Of course, by the time she was done explaining how peppers—and seafood, apparently—were flavor rapists, Zach was chuckling, too. They hadn’t been leaving him out; he’d just gotten left out because he’d woken up later than them. That was something he could fix.
Probably.
He was sure as hell going to try. That would be better than feeling like the third wheel with two people who weren’t in a relationship—one of who w as in a relationship with him.