I open my mouth, to fight back or say something sharp, but the words die when I catch the figure standing by the door.
Sean.
He leans against the frame, one brow raised, eyes full of something… not anger. Not surprise. Something else. Amusement?
“Well,” he says slowly, smirking. “You two finally got that out of your system?”
I sit up, sheet clutched to my chest, pulse racing. “Sean—”
But he lifts a hand to stop me.
“No need to explain. I’m not mad.” His gaze flicks to Johnny, sharp and challenging. “In fact…”
He pushes off the doorframe, crossing the room with easy confidence.
“…I’m in.”
Johnny straightens, eyes narrowing in curiosity more than threat. “In what, exactly?”
Sean’s eyes gleam. “You know damn well.”
Johnny lets out a low, dangerous chuckle. “Careful, Sean. You might be out of your depth.”
Sean just smirks. “You’ve had your turn tonight, Harrington. Tomorrow, it’s mine.”
My breath catches. The sheet slips lower.
Jesus.
I should stop this, but I won’t. When I look at both of them… two lethal, gorgeous men practically vibrating with hunger and challenge… my body betrays me. I want it. I wantthem.
And for the first time since this mess began, I finally feel like the one in control.
Chapter 26
Sean
The elevator hums as it crawls toward the lobby. I’m on a snack run. For our woman. Damn. That still sounds weird in my head.Our woman.
I never thought I’d share. No chance in hell. But for Aro? It’s a no-brainer. Any piece she gives me? I’ll take it, and be grateful.
She tore through every bag of sour candy in the place, and after the way Johnny left her wrecked in bed last night? Yeah, she’s earned more. Hell, I’d buy out the whole damn candy aisle if it kept that smile on her face.
Last night was... something else. Watching’s always been my thing. But watching Aro? That’s life-changing. I could watch her forever.
Johnny left half an hour ago. He’s out handling business. I didn’t ask what kind, because I don’t need that shit on my conscience.
The elevator dings, and I step out and head toward the street. There’s a high-end grocery store two blocks down. It’s the kind of place Johnny’s type likes to pretend they’re normal in.
I walk, needing the air and the space to clear my head. Too much has happened in too little time. And if I know Johnny—and I do—it’s gonna get worse before it gets better.
I’m a block away from the apartment when a black SUV pulls to the curb. Two figures peel out fast, moving with purpose. Not street thugs… these boys are trained. I clock them instantly and stop. Hands lifting just a hair to show I’m not a threat.
“Easy, boys. I’m not looking for trouble.”
The blonde sizes me up, sharp and cold. The brunette’s wound a little tighter under the surface. This isn’t about information. It’s personal.
“Who are you?” the blonde asks.
