Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
WARREN
“Hey, War. What’s up?” Em’s sweet voice in my ear calms my racing heart.
Ever since Thorne came to my office and almost made me nut in my pants, I’ve been strung tight as fuck.
The way he handled me, kissed me, touched me. His behavior should probably be some kind of red flag, but that shit turned me on way more than it should.
For the rest of my classes, I had to stand behind my podium because anytime my thoughts drifted to Thorne and how his hand tightened on my throat, I got hard.
He and Chance will be here in just a few hours and judging by the way he left my office—shoulders tight, eyes blazing, mouth set in a hard line—I might be in for a time. Whether that time is good or bad is yet to be known.
Sighing, I flop on my couch and stretch out my legs, turning my mind back to my phone call with Em. “Not much.”
“What’s that tone for? You okay?” she asks, serious now.
I smile at Em’s quick shift. She’s always protected me, always been there for me when I needed someone in my corner.
But I can’t tell her about what happened with Thorne today. She knows about him and Chance, but I doubt she’ll react positively if I tell her that Thorne choked me against my office door, fucked my mouth with his tongue, and almost made me come in my pants.
That’s too much TMI, even for us.
Instead, I fill her in on the shit going on with someone leaving notes for me at my office and gifts on my classroom desk.
I tell her how I tried to get IT to show me footage, but someone hacked it and no one knows how.
Then I tell her how a few people recommended I get a camera outside of my office at my own cost and so far, no one has left another letter.
The gifts are small: a white rose, a potted succulent plant, origami hearts. They all have sticky notes attached, saying they saw it and thought I’d like it.
I’ve had IT look at the cameras outside of my classroom, but since I’m right at a corner, there’s a blind spot, so someone could easily slip in without my knowledge. I put a camera there as well, but there have been no more gifts left.
It’s creepy if nothing else.
“Jesus, War,” she curses and I can imagine her running her fingers through her thick red hair. “And I thought I was going through some bullshit. That’s wild. No one knows anything?”
“No. Just that someone is leaving shit and they somehow scrambled the cameras so we can’t see who. Whoever it is, they’re smart. And a little unhinged.”
“Do you have any idea who it could be?”
“None. I don’t talk to anyone and I rarely go out. Maybe they have the wrong person.” It takes my brain a few seconds to catch up to her comment, then I sit up, on high alert. “What bullshit? What happened? Is it Roy?”
I never liked her piece of shit ex-husband and always thought my sister could do better.
He couldn’t keep a job and when he did have one, it was part time and he used most of that money to buy drugs or booze.
My sister, my smart, sweet sister, deserves someone that will not be a burden, but a partner.
I tried to tell her Roy was trash, but she was in love, so I kept my mouth shut.
After the divorce, he tried to drag her through the mud and get alimony since he was jobless. Thankfully, Em had an excellent divorce attorney that shredded any arguments Roy made and left him with nothing.
I knew his court loss would only lead to him being a dick to Emma, like she didn’t give him everything when they were married.
She sounds weary when she says, “He found out where I live. Now he drives by at all hours of the night, honking his horn and being a general nuisance.”
“Have you contacted local law enforcement?”
“They said there’s nothing they can do. I can apply for a restraining order, but they can only intervene if he violates it.”
It’ll be too late then.
I don’t say the words aloud because I know Emma has come to that same conclusion.
“Shit, Em. I’ll come down there and—”
“Get yourself in trouble behind Roy’s stupid ass? You’ll do no such thing,” she scoffs. “He’ll get bored. Or I’ll shoot him. Florida is a stand your ground state and I have no issue putting a bullet in him if he tries to fuck with me.”
A surprised laugh burst from my throat. “When did you become such a badass?”
She chuckles tiredly. “When I divorced a narcissist. Don’t worry about me, War. I’ll be fine. I just…I just wish he’d disappear. For good, you know? Just leave me the fuck alone.”
“Me too,” I agree.
Roy has no family or real friends. He latches onto whoever gives him a roof over his head. He pretends to be some charming man, but in reality, he’s a clinger that makes everyone’s life hell.
Em and I talk for a few more minutes, then I hang up so I can get ready for tonight.
If how he handled me is anything to go by, Thorne will touch me in some way. I’m hopeful it’ll be his fingers or even his dick inside me.
Both Thorne and I have fucked Chance a few times. He’s so greedy for us, always wanting to be on his back, getting fucked into the mattress.
And fuck, I don’t think anything will top sliding into his tight hole for the first time. Chance was warm and his grip on my shaft almost had me coming in less than a minute. Seeing him sucking Thorne off while I thrust into him? Unmatched.
But I want to feel that type of euphoria that’s written all over Chance’s face when he’s stuffed full of cock. I want to know what that kind of pleasure feels like.
Then again, I’m sure Thorne’ll want to punish me more than give me what I want. Still, I make sure I’m nice and clean just in case.
I’m drying my hair with a towel when I hear my front door open. My heart thumps in my chest and I turn, wide eyed, wondering who the fuck is in my house. Then I hear Chance’s melodic laughter and roll my eyes, willing my heart to fucking relax.
Thorne broke into my house again.
Chance says, “I want to learn how to do that. Just not on Warren’s door,” as they make their way to my bedroom.
Thorne chuckles. “Warren’s door is the easiest I’ve worked on. Probably best to learn on a more stubborn lock.”
They step into my room, and I catch Chance’s surprised expression. “So you’ll teach me how to pick a lock?”
“Sure thing, Golden. Here.” He presses a small black package into his hand. “Your very first kit.”
I clear my throat, my arms crossed over my chest. “That’s illegal, Thorne.”
His eyes blaze as he looks at me, a dip forming between his brows. Shit, he’s still pissed. Why though? Because I talked to someone? That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
Thorne strides over and it’s then that I notice just how much taller and bigger he is than me. Swallowing roughly, I retreat until my back hits the wall.
He crowds me, the heat of his body seeping into mine. It’s then that I realize I’m still very naked. It’s reminiscent of the first time he broke into my house.
“I’ve been thinking about what I saw all day,” he practically growls. “And I didn’t like it.”
“I was just talking,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “It wasn’t—”
“Chance,” Thorne says in a deadly quiet voice, and I snap my mouth shut. My eyes flick over to Chance, that golden retriever look replaced with something a little darker. Did Thorne tell him what he saw today? “Professor Bridge seems to think we like sharing. Do we like sharing?”
“When it comes to Warren,” Chance says, eyeing me with so much heat my skin feels scorched, “nope. No sharing.”
“Didn’t think so.” Thorne puts his hand back around my throat, applying enough pressure to make me feel it. “Allow us to show you who you belong to.”
Between one second and the next, I’m flat on my back on my bed, my towel ripped away from my body, the breeze drifting over my hard, straining cock.
Thorne licks his lips as he looks at my hard dick, then snaps his gaze up to me. “You’re going to lie here and take what I give you. Then you’ll know who the fuck you belong to.”
I swallow down a retort. Ever since our night at the hotel, I’ve known I was theirs. How could I not be? They opened my eyes to a whole other world I never thought I’d experience.
But I keep my lips zipped. If I don’t, Thorne might not give me what I’m craving.
Grabbing me by the ankle, Thorne pulls me down until my ass is practically hanging off the bed. My yelp is immediately cut off by Chance climbing onto the bed and shoving my face into his crotch.
Holy fuck, who thought Chance would be so filthy? Every time I’ve topped him, he’s so submissive and pliable. Now? His hard hands dig into my scalp as he rolls his hips into my face.
I grab onto his thighs, holding him close as I breathe him in. God, he smells good. Like spices and musk and—
My thoughts are cut off when Thorne’s warm tongue lashes at my hole. He doesn’t ease me into it, isn’t soft and gentle—he immediately drives me hard, pushing his tongue into me and eating me out so good that my eyes cross.
I moan and pant against Chance’s crotch, humping on Thorne’s tongue.
A whimper leaves my throat when Chance moves back and I reach for him. He releases a dark chuckle that has my cock twitching and my heart rate kicking up.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he says as he peels off his clothes. “I’ll give you want you need.”
I moan and babble and fuck Thorne’s tongue as I watch Chance get naked. Every inch of his tan skin is fucking gorgeous, and I want to kiss and touch all over him. But I can’t do shit because Thorne has a tight grip on my hips, making sure I don’t move while he sucks and laps at me with abandon.
Fuck, god, I don’t know if I can handle more. Just Thorne eating me out is too much, but I know this is only the beginning. I’m in for it tonight but I don’t know what it is.
Chance climbs back onto the bed and I immediately open my mouth, wanting to taste him while Thorne is fucking me with his tongue.
He shoves so far into my mouth that he hits my tonsils and I gag around him.