Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Dom
“Tell you what?” I grate out. My eyes bounce between a nearly naked Pen, sitting up in bed, and Callum, half-dressed and upset.
“Tell me what you two are hiding from me about Brian,” Callum says in a huff as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. “I have every right to know what that bastard has done.”
“We aren’t—”
Callum raises a hand. “Don’t lie to me, Dominic.”
Damn it. He’s pissed off.
“How about we all get dressed and come out to the living room and talk,” I suggest, hoping the bigger space will calm down my irate bassist.
“Fine.” Callum stalks past me without looking me in the eyes. But I see guilt written across his face and I know why. He and Pen slept together, without me.
I glance over to Pen, who looks equally guilty. And he should be, because we’ve talked about the best way to approach Callum. We should talk with him first about what we want for our future. Talk to him sometime when sex isn’t on the table. But apparently, Pen wasn’t listening to me.
“You and me, we will be talking about this later,” I say, stone-faced.
He lets out a resigned sigh and then mumbles under his breath, “Yeah. Like we talk about everything.”
Did I just hear him right? I pause for a moment, my eyes narrowing at Pen, the words of denial poised on my lips. But he’s right. I haven’t been forthcoming about my past—and I can’t blame him for being angry.
Therefore, I clamp my mouth shut and leave Pen to get dressed. I head back to the living area, my strides short and my shoulders slumped.
Callum’s standing in front of the slider, stiff as a board, and staring out into the darkness of the early morning.
“I never realized just how peaceful this place is,” he whispers, but I don’t know if it’s to himself or me.
“Now I know what Danny’s been talking about.
Maybe finding a piece of property with a lake is better…
I need to sell my Evergreen home first.” He turns his head and eyes me with an emotion I can’t decipher, before returning his attention back to the black of night.
I completely understand—I’d feel the same way. It must be so hard to return to a place where all you see is the shadow of what happened, the weight of that tragedy lingering the moment you walk up to the door. No. I don’t blame him for wanting to get rid of the place.
“Come have a seat, Callum,” I suggest, but he shakes his head.
I don’t push, and remain quiet until Pen comes out. He sits on the end of the sofa and looks to me to start.
“Callum, please sit down,” I say, hoping he’ll listen this time, but he still doesn’t move.
“There’s a lot to go over, and I think once you hear what Dom has, you’re going to need to sit down,” Pen explains.
Callum glances at Pen for a moment, before he nods and sits on the single chair across from him.
So damn stubborn.
“Go on.” Callum clasps his hands tightly in his lap, his shoulders hunched inward, eyes fixed on the floor.
“First of all, Pen and I aren’t hiding anything from you. Uh-uh-uh, wait,” I say as Callum open his mouth to argue. “We wanted to make sure we have all the information before coming to you with details.”
“Alright.” Still standoffish, Callum is at least looking at me now.
“Let me break it down. First, Dean’s guy found out the real reason why your father left Australia.”
“Brian. And that is?”
“Brian was mixed up with a group that dealt with drugs, prostitution, guns and human trafficking. Pretty much what there is to do illegally, they were—or still may be, doing it.”
Callum’s eyes go wide. “I remember Granddad saying it was bad, but I didn’t know Brian was that corrupt. I wonder if my mum did?”
“Probably. Since Brian was part of the group for the better part of four years until he got caught selling guns to undercover agents. That’s when your grandfather got involved and sent you two away.”
“Shit.” Callum grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Once this is all done, I need to talk to my mum about keeping secrets.”
“Don’t blame your mother for not telling you. She was only keeping you safe,” Pen says.
“I’m not mad at her. But I wish she had said something to me about it. Then I would have—”
“What would you have done if you knew what you father—sorry, Brian was mixed up in?” I ask, knowing the answer already. He was a kid. There’s nothing he could have done—not without repercussions.
Callum sits there, in silence for a long moment, contemplating. “Nothing… I guess.”
“Yeah.” I give him a second to absorb that, before asking, “Want to hear the rest?”
“Go ahead,” he utters solemnly.
“Not long after you and your mom left Australia, Brian made a plea bargain to keep himself out of jail.”
“Why am I not surprised,” Callum says, his body slumping.
“He turned evidence on the top two men in that organization,” I say, watching Callum carefully.
“And now they are after him?” he asks shakily, rubbing at his arms. “Why? After all this time?”
“We don’t know, but Dean’s tech guy, Levi is digging deep into Brian’s current activities.”
“And you think they are the ones who are coming after me and my mum?” Callum says, his hands now clenched into fists. “Still, why?”
“I don’t know, babe. But until we have solid proof that it’s Brian who is bringing this shit to you, we can’t ignore anything that comes our way,” I explain, lowering myself onto the coffee table to be eye level with him.
“The woman with the gun—what if she—” Callum shutters.
“The woman is in jail. There’s no chance she’s being let out,” I say, hoping the news will give him some sense of comfort and safety.
“She hasn’t said who hired her?”
“No. She’s tight lipped.”
“What about the postman outside my house? Any leads on that?”
“Tobias made some calls—one to Detective Faller and he said he’s on it,” Pen explains, frustration coating his words.
I’m glad Pen took the lead on that question. I need to focus on Callum so that he doesn’t go gonzo and call Brian to bitch him out, exposing what we already know about the shady shit that asshole is currently into.
“Callum.” I take his fisted hands into mine and squeeze. “I promise you, Pen and I aren’t hiding anything from you. Whatever information we get, we will tell you. But you need to keep a cool head in this.”
He nods slowly. “Thanks for explaining it to me.” Callum pulls his hands out of mine and stands. “I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed.”
Regret filters in, seeing how tired Callum is—not just the lingering pain, but the burden of gloom he’s been carrying of this past week.
“See you in the morning,” Pen says with a half-hearted smile his way. He wants very much to fall asleep with Callum in his arms. But that’s not going to happen—not yet.
There’s softness around Pen’s eyes when he looks at Callum, like he’s trying to be strong even when it’s hard to stay away. I too feel the same way, but if we want to make this relationship to work, all three of us need to be on the same page.
As Callum’s door quietly closes, Pen straightens in his seat and declares, “Okay, out with it.”
“You fucked him,” I blurt out. Not so much a question, but an accusation.
“No, I didn’t,” he defends. “But I’m not surprised that you’d accuse me of that.”
“Then what?” I lean toward him, demanding him to be truthful.
“When Callum tells me that he’s desperate for my touch, I’m not going to deny him, Dom,” Pen declares as he stands and faces off with me. “Or are you angry that you weren’t with us?”
“No, I can care less if you two fuck around. I’d watch, but I want to make sure Callum is in this with his heart. Not with his dick only.”
“Do you know he’s afraid to get into a relationship with us?”
That surprises me. “How do you know that?”
“Because we communicate.” He stretches the last word into four syllables and air quotes it, and I get the message. “He started telling me more, until you came into the room and blew things up,” Pen jabs, aggravation in his voice.
“Then it is up to us to change that,” I say, reaching for Pen. But he steps away, avoiding my touch.
“What now?” Pen utters, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m sorry, baby. I lost my cool and said some stupid shit. Please let me make it up to you.” I reach out for him but he still evades my touch. “Come here.”
He comes reluctantly, as the frown across his face shows he’s debating whether he should or not. But he still won’t let me touch him. “I’m still pissed at you.”
“I know.”
“Do you really?” The hurt is evident in his tone. “We’re teetering, Dom. And I’m not sure if I want to stay on.”
“I know I have broken your trust, but please believe me, I had no intention to purposely hurt you,” I confess, reaching for him again.
Pen releases a breath before he takes my hand and slowly walks to me.
“Please don’t get mad for asking, but if you didn’t fuck our guy, then what did you with him?”
His frown slowly disappears, and a small smile slides across his handsome face. “Sucked off his sweet cock. Want a taste? I know you’re yearning to taste him again.”
A hint of jealousy blooms in my chest—not because he tasted Callum, but because of the truthful taunt Pen is dangling in front of me. I’ve been yearning to be inside Callum again. To taste his flavor on my tongue—share him with the only other man in my life.
But if Pen wants to play that way, I’m game. I don’t give Pen time to react as I launch myself at him, gripping the back of his neck and slamming my mouth over his. I go all in with tongue and teeth, biting his lips.
He grunts before opening up wider for me and I shove my tongue farther into his mouth. If I could, I’d dip deeper down his throat and try to taste what’s left of Callum’s essence.
“Fuck… Dom,” Pen croons as my left hand tightens around the back of his neck and I draw his body tight to mine.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. Unbutton your pants and drop them,” I order. Pen quickly does my bidding, while I do the same.
I spin Pen around, grip his hair at the nape and push him forward until he’s bent over the sofa. I follow him down, brushing my aching dick against his smooth ass. I hiss in pleasure. “Now, while I fuck you, you’re going to stay quiet. Not a sound, will come out of your mouth. Hear me?”
Pen nods in eager understanding. He loves when I get rough with him, taking him hard with only the heavy slick of precum from my uncut cock. And lucky for him, I’m one of those men that makes a lot precum.
A light creak to my left tells me that Callum’s not sleeping. In fact, I suspect he’s watching us, which amps up my lust and the need to fuck Pen fast and deep so I can get both men off at the same time.
Pen softly groans, drawing my attention back to him. “I told you to keep quiet.” I slap his ass hard, leaving a handprint for him to admire later, and then grind my dick against his crease.
He pushes his ass against me as his breathing hitches. He’s desperate for more contact and I’m going to give it to him.
“Spit,” I command, putting my hand to Pen’s mouth. He sucks on my fingers first before he spits on them.
I move my hand to his pucker and rub his saliva around as I jerk my cock until precum dribbles from the tip. I remove my hand and put my thick mushroom head to his hole and thoroughly coat his entrance.
Then I grip his shoulder with one hand and use my other to guide my tip in until I push past the first ring of muscle. I pause, taking a breath, and I feel Pen’s body relaxing under my touch.
After giving him a second or two more to adjust, I slowly and carefully glide my steely pole inside his tight heat until my balls are plastered to his ass.
Pen turns his head, meeting my eyes with hungry passion. He bites his lower lip and closes his eyes, a silent plea for me to move. His silent request instantly heats up my already explosive need to drive in deep and come inside Pen.
My leisurely thrusts are gone, replaced with powerful thrusts at a frantic pace.
“Fuck, baby—yes,” I utter as I move to grip his shoulders with both hands, never losing my rhythm. Over and over, I plow into his ass until I feel the sensation of need in my balls.
A soft groan to my left has me smiling wide.
Callum is also getting off as he’s watching us.
I imagine him with his pants down around his thighs while he slides his beautiful cock through his tight fist. That image of him amps up my explosive desire and I begin to piston harder and faster in and out of Pen’s hole.
The feel of Pen’s ass tightening around my cock brings me to the edge.
The demand to drive even harder inside him wins.
There’s no time for more rough play. No time to make this fucking last longer.
With Callum watching us like a voyeur, and Pen bent over for me, I grit my teeth tight and shoot my load inside him.
My ears catch Callum’s soft hiss and with Pen’s muffled whimper, I know they are coming too.
I eventually hunch forward, leaning heavily on Pen’s slumped over form.
“So good,” Pen utters under his breath. “Now get off me before I fall over.”
I straighten and see Pen’s cum sliding down the back of the sofa. Thank Christ, the sofa is leather. It’ll be easy to clean up, or Tobias—no, Danny will tear into us for soiling his favorite piece of furniture.
I slap Pen’s ass once more and say, “Let’s clean up and go to bed. Tomorrow, we’ll talk.”
I grab paper towels and a spray cleaner while Pen rolls his eyes before heading to the bathroom. I watch him disappear inside, but in my periphery, I catch sight of the door to Callum’s room silently closing. Damn, I was hoping to see his face. To see the flushed, just-come expression in his eyes.
His action proves that Callum is ours. And no amount of denial from him is going to make me think otherwise. And I’m going to tell him so, tomorrow.
I rake my fingers through my hair in frustration. In a perfect world, expressing my feelings should come easy. But it’s not—it’s the complete opposite of easy for me. However, I have to try, since Callum and Pen are the two most important people in my life.
After Pen leaves the bathroom, I head in. I pull my phone from my jeans pocket and the movement wakes it up. On my lock screen is a notification of a missed call.
Jesus, I was so caught up with being inside Pen that I didn’t hear my phone ring.
When I open the app and listen to the message that was left, shock rolls through me at the familiar voice. It’s Gregory Joust, my old boss from the U.S. Marshals office.
It’s been fourteen years since I last saw that son of a bitch—on the day he canned me. And now he’s demanding that I come in because he has important information that I need to know? But then he drops a code word that nearly causes me to throw my phone at the wall.
Fuck that.
Instead of reaching out to Greg, I call Tobias. He’ll give me his opinion on how to proceed with this message. Despite my plan, I have a sinking feeling I’m going on a plane ride.