“You were going to find me again… when you thought I was going to kill you?” He still sounds… I don’tknowhow he sounds. His tone is almost dazed.
It makes me drop my eyes. “I know it’s only been a few days, Streeter… but I don’t want this to end just because the snow’s melting.”
I don’t look up again until he slides his fingers along my jawline and forces me to look at him. There’s an entire world in his eyes, depths I’veneverseen another person have when they looked at me.
“Hummingbird, listen. I?—”
“Remi, are you in there? I found your… car.” A voice from the doorway cuts off whatever he was about to say. Quill is standing there with his eyes wide, looking over me and… “That’s not Trevor. But that’s Trevor’s car. I’m… confused.” He cocks his head. “Happy for you, but confused.”
My face is hot, and I don’t miss the way Streeter covers my naked body with his andgrowlson top of me. Then, to make matters worse, someone else steps up behind Quill. I don’t recognize the tall Black man with warm brown eyes—he has the brightest, prettiest smile I’ve ever seen when he grins at us, but his voice is the same as the one that spilled out of the phone and sent me into the snow to begin with.
“You didn’t tell me there weretwowitnesses, Streeter. You owe me double.”
19
STREETER
“Fucking get out!”I shout to Camden and… whoever the fuck that is who stepped inside first.
Camden grins and pulls the man who burst in here like he was fucking invited back onto the porch. Before the door shuts, the small invader rounds on Camden, his hands fisted at his sides.
Remi tucks his head into my shoulder, breathing a laugh. “Shit, that’s my friend Quill. I called him to come pick me up and… got distracted.” His cheeks pinken. “We couldn’t lock the door.” Remi looks at me pointedly. Fuck me for kicking the door in, I guess.
“Ain’t like Camden hasn’t seen my dick before, but he hasn’t seenyours.” I regret my comment as soon as it leaves my lips. Remi looks at me with barely hidden insecurity, grabbing the blanket to cover himself.
“Is he… your boyfriend?” Remi whispers.
It’s almost laughable that I would date Camden or he’d want to date me, but I keep my chuckle to myself. I just got Remi back from the cold—I don’t want him storming out again because he misunderstands something.
“No,” I say, tugging him up. “We used to fuck, but that ended ages ago. We’re just friends now. Camden is a lot like me, and I know where some of his skeletons are buried.”
Remi tilts his head. “Literally or figuratively?”
Leaning in, I peck him gently on the lips. “Both.” His eyes go wide. “Come on. Let me clean you up so we can figure out what the fuck to do about these bodies.”
“There’s one out here,” Camden says through the door. The fucker is listening in. I swear I hate him. “Missing a head. How did you manage that?”
“Is your friend cool?” I ask Remi as I eye the closed door.
Kinda late to ask since he heard that (a) Camden is a killer like me, and (b) he’s looking at a body whose head I chopped off.
Remi nods. “Yeah. He’s chill.”
“Really chill, I swear. Definitely not someone who needs their head relocated,” a smaller voice says through the door.
I grunt. “Come on. Let me clean the cum from your hole.”
“Gross,” two voices from the other side of the door say.
We make our way to the bathroom and I wipe Remi down. I suggest a shower, but he shakes his head. “No. Quill and your friend are out there. It’s rude to leave them in the snow. We should be quick.” I snort, but do what he asks.
By the time we leave the bathroom, both Camden and Quill are in the living room, sitting on the couch. Camden looks around, his brown cheeks red from the snow. “You know,” he says as he stands up. “I’ve never been in one of these cabins. Too expensive.” We clap hands and bring each other in for a one-armed hug. “Glad you got to experience the high life.”
“Whatever, dude. Thanks for coming out.”
“No problem,” he says with a shrug. “I want double on that gas card.”
I snort and look at Quill, a pretty twink with bright green eyes and bubblegum-pink hair. He and Remi are obviously goodfriends, both looking like angels on earth, their cute, cherubic faces making them look innocent. Though… I know how innocent Remi isn’t after all we’ve got up to in the past few days.
