I turned away from the other two. "Just…be careful, okay? If it was a trap, they might be after you too."
"Let them fucking try," he said before hanging up.
I put my phone down and rubbed my temples. A headache threatened. I didn't regret getting involved with Harlow, but getting my brother tangled too? That was another story.
He was just as likely to get himself killed because of me. On the other hand, knowing he also gained a measure of closure after Auggie's death wasn't something I could bring myself to feel bad about. That was something we both needed, regardless of the subsequent consequences.
"Does anyone else feel like they're missing something?" Harlow asked. "Photos of shoes are a strange way to trap people."
"I don't know," Boner said. "If they showed anyone's face, they'd incriminate themselves. What is a pair of shoes going to prove? For all we know, they could be old photos. Is there any way to tell what device they were taken on?"
I snapped my face toward him. "Yes. Every photo you take on your phone has metadata attached to it. I should be able to tell the make and model of the phone they were taken on and the date they were taken."
I took a step back in the direction of my desk, but Harlow grabbed my arm to stop me.
"Tomorrow," she said firmly. "It's been a long day and night. A few hours more won't make a difference."
I opened my mouth to protest, but instead of words, a yawn came out.
"I guess a few hours sleep wouldn't hurt. You can stay here." That last wasn't a question or even a suggestion. I wanted her to stay.
"I'll take the couch," Boner said, eyeing it doubtfully.
"It's more comfortable than it looks," I told him. I'd fallen asleep on it during aLord of the Ringsmarathon more than once.
He dropped himself down onto it, placed his hands behind his head and lay back.
"It'll do for a nap," he said, knuckling a yawn of his own.
I took Harlow's hand and led her into my bedroom.
CHAPTER 4
HARLOW
Ididn't know how long I was asleep for.
I woke to find my wrists bound above my head, firm hands sliding my panties down my thighs.
A palm over my mouth suppressed my squeak of surprise.
"Shhh," Cass insisted. "Don't make me gag you."
"I'd like to see her gag." It was Boner who eased my panties off my feet and tossed them aside.
Cass glanced over at him. "Then make her." He removed his hand from my mouth.
"If you insist." Without a moment of hesitation, Boner wriggled out of his jeans and boxers.
He made his way up the bed, stroking his rapidly growing erection. Teasing until pre-cum decorated the head and his piercing. He knelt beside me, one hand around his cock, the other gripping the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it up over his head.
I couldn't help staring at his hard, inked body, all chiseled lines and scars. A map of his life.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Cass staring at him too. Appreciative, but tentative. Like he was trying to figure himself out. To understand his body's reaction to another man.
The moment passed and his bedroom face snapped back into place.
"Open your lips and let him fuck your mouth," he insisted.
