11
LEVY
Ipat myself on the back for being a mature adult and not sneaking into Javier’s room last night. Sure, I may have lingered outside his door for a few harrowing moments, but I retained my self-control. Unfortunately, so did he.
Bastard.
I was equally impressed in the shower this morning when I shot myself in the eye with my own cum.
Ugh. Why did I insist on upholding a completely made-up restriction? Javier was probably really upset after finding out Ant is a murderer and could have used a little sexual healing.
Thankfully, breakfast is going well. Ant’s cooking for us and has a fresh pot of coffee ready. Elias joins us about halfway through. He shares a smile with Ant but more or less avoids Javier and me. He also has dark circles under his eyes, and I doubt he got much sleep.
The boys get ready for the day, and I doctor my coffee while procrastinating so I can smell Javier’s cologne. My diabolical plan works brilliantly before immediately backfiring when he joins me in the kitchen and places his hand on my hip to reach around for the carafe, keeping it there as he pours his coffee.
“Stop it,” I hiss, leaning into his touch.
“Stop what?” he asks, not even close to innocently nosing the edge of my ear.
“We have an agreement,” I whine, exposing my neck to the gentle caress of his lips before regaining my sanity and stepping away from him. “You’re the one who said ‘carnal pursuits of the one-night variety.’ I’m just holding up my end of the bargain.”
Huh. Is that cologne, or is that how he smells?
No, Levy. You will not go back to double-check.
I rest my ass on the counter and cross my arms, my mug of coffee in my hand like a shield. The amused quirk of his lips might as well be his hand stroking my cock. Javier stands in front of me, mirroring my posture as he calmly sips his coffee.
“Let me guess. Agreements—that is to say, silly turns of phrase said in the heat of the moment—are written in stone.”
Lifting my shoulder, I answer, “I find it prevents heartache in the end.”
“Whose heartache?”
“Mine,” I admit. “I’m…I would very much like to be in a relationship, but that’s not what life’s giving me right now,” I say, gesturing at him. “I have to follow the rules or get clobbered.”
Javier takes a deep breath and a step back.
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
“I hear you. I’m not a relationship person, but you are…probably a little too appealing. Apologies for the flirting.”
I let out a huff. “At least I still got it.”
“That you do.”
Cracking up, I gesture him away from me. “Get the fuck out of here.”
He sends me a wink that weakens my knees, then starts toward his bedroom as Bram walks in for his session with Elias. I’m glad I don’t have to explain to my brother the weird closeness Javier and I had just seconds before. Because if I had done what I wanted to, Bram would have walked in on me climbing Javier like a fucking tree or desperately on my knees, slobbering on his cock like it was the last time I’d ever be able to give a blowjob.
I drift at the visuals…
Bram grabs his coffee, and we wait for Javier, Elias, and Ant to join us before walking to the barn. Since Ant is off work, he’d normally be helping out with the horses, but Bram has asked him to join Elias’s session. We have specialists trained in translating this type of session, but I think Bram wants to observe Ant in a more clinical setting to see a few things for himself.
It’s the kind of workaround that makes me deeply uncomfortable, but Bram seems to have embraced it as a function of working in this environment. Of course I have my own session with Elias and Ant scheduled, but I maintain that’s because Ant will be helping with the horse.
Hm. Maybe my brother and I aren’t so different after all.
I scrub my unkempt beard and rake my fingers through my hair, which I’ve forgotten to brush.
