38
THEO
TALK ABOUT A buzzkill.
There wasn’t much that could wilt my dick when I had Shep’s in my mouth, but Tyrone Kingston—Shep’s ex andourboss—walking in on us had just skyrocketed to the top spot.
A feeling I assumed Shep shared as he wrenched free of my lips and shoved me off him in an effort to cover himself—but King had seen all of him anyway. If anyone should’ve been scrambling for cover, it was me, considering the dark, murderous glare currently aimed my way.
“Living room. Now,” King barely managed to spit out through his gnashed teeth before he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.
“Fuck,” Shep said as he rolled off the bed and snatched up the shirt he’d tossed away in his haste to get naked with me minutes earlier.
“Sorry, but I think that’s out now. Unless you were joking about inviting him into our bed?”
Shep’s head whipped around so fast that I was surprised it didn’t fly off his shoulders, the man I’d been in bed with now long gone.
“You think this is funny?” he asked as he pulled his shirt on, yanking it so hard over his head that I was shocked it didn’t rip in two.
“Non, but you have to admit the timing was crazy coincidental. If not a little bit scary. You think he planned it?”
“Planned it?” Shep’s eyes narrowed. “Did thatlooklike a man who expected to walk in and find us…us…”
“Fucking?” I supplied when Shep seemed incapable of even saying what we’d been doing.
“We weren’t fucking.”
“Yet.” My eyes trailed down to where Shep’s cock was still visible. “But a few minutes more…”
He zipped and buttoned his shorts. “Cut it out, Theo.”
“Cut what out? I’m just stating facts.”
“Well, now’s not really the time, is it?”
“Because King walked in? So the fuck what? He was going to find out sooner or later.”
Shep ran an agitated hand over his face, and when he said nothing in response, my own irritation began to rise.
“Youweregoing to tell him about us, right? That was what we’d decided.”
“We don’t have time to talk about this right now.” Shep walked around the bed, heading for the door—heading out toKing—but before he stepped through it, I grabbed his arm, halting him.
“Answer me,” I demanded, needing to know for some inexplicable reason that Shep and I were on the same page before we faced off with King.
“Not now, Theo.” He pulled his arm free and marched off down the hall to the living room.
I glared after him, wishing I had something I could throw at the stubborn ass’s head. Not that it would do me any good, since in the last five minutes I’d watched the Shep I’d spent the lastfew weeks getting to know—in and out of bed—disappear. In his place was the second-in-command with the stick up his ass.
No wonder he and King didn’t work out. They brought the absolute worst out in each other. It was as clear as the nose on my face that our illustrious leader was jealous of what he’d walked in on.
Hell, I’d been telling Shep that from the second we ended the call days ago.
Butnon, apparently King was fine with the idea of Shep moving on.
Bullshit.
Knowing there was no way out of this, I ran a hand through my hair and grabbed a kretek from the top of the chest of drawers. After lighting up, I made my way to the living room, where I found Shep sitting in one of the clubman chairs on the opposite side to King, who was standing in front of the windows staring out at the jungle.
