They’re so going to fuck.
I know it.
I hope I can watch when it happens. I want to see them both take it up the ass for the first time.
I move past the bookshelves and stare at the empty room.
“Huh. Why’s he not here?” I ask. “He should be here. We have an urgent situation!”
“It’s five in the morning,” Jax replies.
I glance at him and then at Kit, who gives me a nod. “Oh, well, I guess we better go to his bedroom then. He’ll wanna know everything.”
“I think I’d like to shower,” Kit says, and Jax clears his throat.
“I can show you where you can take one.”
I interrupt loudly. “If you shower together, I’d like to have a front-row seat.”
Kit stammers, and Jax runs a hand across his face. “I’m just showing him where he can rinse off. We aren’t showering together.”
“Bro job then?” I ask, and Jax rolls his eyes.
“Come on. I’ll show you where we hang out,” Jax says, ignoring me.
Kit gives me a small wave as he follows behind Jax, his eyes traveling from me to Jax’s ass, and I giggle to myself as I watch them go. I’m excited for them both. They’re going to blow each other’s minds. And dicks, I’m sure. And then declare they’re not into men at all.
Sure, sure, I think as I whistle slightly off tune and make my way down the hallway toward Anthony’s room. I find it locked and a note on the door.
Bane, wait until a decent goddamn hour.
I pull it off and stare at it. Well, that’s slightly rude. And after all my hard work, too. He was so insistent, made me rush and everything. And I got what he wanted. Mostly. Not really, but still… I tried. Kit and Jax witnessed it when they were secretly ogling one another. Actually, they were very unhelpful, and Virgin kept passing out. So I got nothing out of her.
She’s still down there, snoring.
Very rude, honestly.
I think I may need some smelling salts to pull her out of those sleeps.
I walk down the hallway, moving toward Viktor and Luca’s room, but they’ve locked the door, too. I knock and hear rustling on the other side of the door, but no one answers.
I purse my lips and move to the next floor up, looking for Angel and his husband, Mikhail. They’ll let me cuddle.
And just like I thought, their door is unlocked, and I walk right in.
“Oh, fuck off,” Mikhail grumbles, waking Angel.
“Wait, what happened?”
“Shh, little prince,” Mikhail says gently, kissing him on the temple. Angel sighs and leans into him.
“Oh, Bane. Oh dear. You’re all bloody,” Angel tells me. “Go shower and then come to bed.”
I clap my hands loudly, which earns a scowl from Mikhail, who is whispering something into Angel’s ear that I can’t hear. But it doesn’t matter. I’m going to shower and go to bed. Get some Zs before I have to meet with Anthony.
And Angel is the best cuddler.
I turn the shower on and strip my clothes off, leaving them where I step as I turn to look at my ass in the full-length mirror.
