Dick trouble.
I move down the hallway to the laundry room, find the hidden switch, and watch as the secret panel in the wall pops open. Without even turning on my phone’s light, I walk through the dirt passageways until I’m finally at the shed that leads to thebackyard. It’s brighter out here than in the tunnels, and I blink through the fog settling over the lawn. I make my way to the house that Anthony built for the guards. I bet that’s where they are. It’s a place where Kit could shower and sleep without being in the main house.
As I enter the front door, I can feel stares on me, but I ignore them. Moving through the living room and up toward the stairs leading to the rooms on the second floor, I peer into each room. They’re not there.
I harrumph, feeling annoyed. Honestly, why couldn’t they bro job where I can find them and watch? Have they no courtesy?
“Who are you looking for?” a woman I don’t recognize asks, her arms bigger than my head.
I reach out and squeeze those huge muscles.
“Wowza, those are big bazookas. They could crush my head.”
“I need them with the creeps I live with,” she says with a smile.
I grin back. “I’m Bane.”
“Heard of you. The guy in the walls.”
My grin widens. “The very one.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Nova.”
“Nova. Very cool. You new here?”
“Yep. Just hired on last week.”
“Very fun. You’ll have to come see my lair sometime.”
“I look forward to it.”
I bounce on my toes as my eyes swivel this way and that. “Hey. Have you seen Jax and a guy with red hair?”
“Oh, those two. They’re in the gym. The sexual tension from them…whew.”
She pretends to sweep the sweat from her head, and I bob mine.
“Oh yes. I know. I can’t wait to watch them. Off I gooooo.” I give her a wave and nearly run down the hallway to where the gym is. It’s state-of-the-art. Or so they say. I never work out. I get my physique from the hours I spend chopping people up. It really takes a lot of stamina and muscle to cut through body parts. People really underestimate it.
When I enter the gym, I can smell it. Testosterone and sweat. I inhale deeply as my eyes swivel around the room. It’s then that I see them. Jax is doing sit-ups, Kit spotting him, their lips almost touching with each crunch forward.
I wet my own, wanting them to kiss. To do anything sexy, but they don’t. They just continue with their workout regime, switching places, Jax’s hands trailing up Kit’s calves and squeezing as he does his reps. And then they move to the free weights, Jax whispering something in Kit’s ear, his chest pressed against Kit’s back as he shows him how to lift each one.
Nova was right. The sexual tension is insane.
And that’s a strong word coming from me. I’m the very definition of insane.
I could get off just watching them do this.
I adjust myself and then decide I need to call Georgiy because if he doesn’t want me fucking someone else then he needs to satisfy me.
Honestly. I can’t be good if I’m not getting what I need.
Not when there are so many hot men around here.
I mean, really, it’s detrimental to my physical health.
But before I can call him, I need to check on the rest of my victims. I mean, guests.
