Caving, I play his game.
“Hotter.”
I skate across each shelf until I’m on my tiptoes.
“Fucking sweltering.” He chuckles, and I grip the photo frame with the picture of Mateo and Megan at the beach in it. Turning it over in my hand, I find the little black box with the flashing red light. I tear it off and walkaround the dining room table. Violet-flecked grey eyes locked with amber-ringed muddy green ones. He watches me so intently that I can almost feel it on my skin like a physical caress.
Fucker knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I get to the front door and slip on one of my boots; dropping the mini camera to the ground, I proceed to stomp on it until it shatters, that blinking red light dying out. I kick off my boot and exhale loudly.
“Feel better, Dove?”
“Much,” is all I say in response as I push past him on my way back to my bedroom. “You guys are messed up,” I add to them both as Caleb enters the room behind me.
“I like to think we’re cautious but okay. Don’t shoot a guy for being prepared.” Coop is getting mighty close to earning another headbutt to the nose if he isn’t careful. Although I think I’ve lost the element of surprise now.
“If I had a gun, I would debate my options,” I seethe.
“I’m hurt, Dove, to my core.” Coop winces theatrically as he says it, his hand pressed over his heart in mock horror as I shake my head, trying not to smile at his annoying cuteness.
“I’m having a shower, and when I come out, I want an apology,” I state pointedly to them both, lifting my nose in the air and turning on my heels before slamming the ensuite door closed behind me.
I need a fucking minute to get my head straight.
Gazing intently at my reflection, I quickly remove Caleb’s t-shirt over my head, my brain muffled as his scent swamps my senses, grumbling about the audacity of them watching me through a camera like I’m a child.I’ve kept myself safe for the past six years without their help.
‘Like you weren’t ramped up with the idea of them watching you?’
“I don’t need them.”
‘Lies—but okay. I’m pretty sure the Knox brothers would love to know how many times we have imagined their faces on the cusp of pleasuring ourselves to explosion.’
“You are considered an inner thought for a reason—stay inner, bitch.”
‘You are arguing with your own psyche—you have no room to order anyone around, twin whore.”
“I’ll allow it because it’s true; I’m a bonafide hoe for these men.” I groan out before splashing cold water on my face.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CALEB
“I’ll put another camera up when she falls asleep,” I decide chipperly as I fire up the app that is linked to the other cameras. What idiots would only put up one camera? I’m hurt she thought we were that sloppy in our bid to watch her every move.
“Do we tell her we can see her in there?” Coop asks, and it earns him a deserved slap around the back of his head. “What the fuck was that for, Cal?”
I present him with the image of Ebony on the screen in just her underwear as she pulls my t-shirt up over her head and hangs it on the back of the door, her fingers lingering for a second longer on the fabric as she appears to ponder something. “That is easily the most idiotic question you have ever asked me; if I had my knife on me, you would be pulling it from your hip right about now.”
He nods his head in agreement and gets comfortable to watch the show.
She should be gloriously nakedalways.
I see Cooper perusing her shelves and picking up what he finds on her vanity table. He strokes the matted balding toy horse that sits beside her box of worldly treasures, a photo of the three of us resting on top as though she had been looking at it recently. The horse had been white once, the barely-there strawberry insignia on its hind with our initials below it tugging a memory to the forefront of my mind. Her eighth birthday, the day we gave it to her. We wrapped it up in old newspaper and presented her with it, pulling out the plate from behind my back with her slice of strawberry shortcake from Mama Dot’s diner. Eight stolen candles lit on top, ready for her to blow out and make her wish. Every penny we ever earned for our time working the neighbour’s farms went to our father; Cooper and I had collected cans and traded them in to surprise her for her birthday, and the smile that warmed her beautiful elfin face was worth every minute of every trek down the Hells Haven back roads.
My little trip down memory lane is cut short when I hear the shower running through the door and Ebony’s hushed voice filtering in through our earbuds as she gazes at her reflection in the mirror on my phone screen. She’s having a conversation with her reflection as though there are two of her in there.
“You will not fold, Ebony. You are stronger than this. Yes, you want their dicks, but today is not the day.” She glances down in the mirror at where the cotton panties cover her. Tugging on the waistband, her eyes leave the mirror. “Down, girl, we’re behaving,” she cautions her pussy, and I slap my hand over Cooper’s mouth before thewild hearty chuckle can escape. His smile is infectious as we watch our girl give her pussy a good telling off.
“You know dick before dinner doesn’t sound like the worst idea.”
