“You want me to wash your face?” I ask her, and she points to step one of the routine like I’m an idiot.
I glance to the left, and there are four bottles, each of them with a number on it. She was thorough.
I go through the steps, and Sloane is half asleep throughout all of it, my knot still deep inside of her. I think that’s it for the night when she grabs a different washcloth and uses the same routine on me.
My skin has never felt so good, and she smiles with hazy eyes as my knot deflates and a ridiculous amount of cum spills out of her.
“Do I take the diaphragm out now?” I ask her, and the smile that takes over her face is nearly wicked. “Never mind. I’ll consult the manual.”
She pouts but enjoys the warm washcloth as I clean her up.
“You’re taking a shower tomorrow, baby.”
She gives me a dirty look but holds out her hands as I pick her up. Not wanting to be anywhere near Bram, I lie on my back on the couch with her splayed against my chest.
Maybe I can do this after all.
CHAPTER 26
Iscrub a hand down my face.
These last twenty-four hours have been a whirlwind. Fuck, the last few weeks have been.
I knew being with Sloane would be complicated. Being with Bram would be complicated.
But now Max is her scent match and in the mix.
Is it wrong that I’m not upset about it? I’ve missed being close with him. There were so many times I thought about asking him out for a beer and just talking through what was going on, but I couldn’t.
It wasn’t just some loyalty to Bram, which I undoubtedly have. No one besides my foster dad has ever looked out for me in that same way. Not only did he make the situation at the diner go away, but he’s never judged me for it.
Neither has Sloane.
Even when I tried to pull away and create some distance, Sloane wouldn’t let me, and I’m so thankful for it.
It’s not that I think I would ever hurt her. I know I wouldn’t. But that side of me coming out honestly scared the fuck out of me. My goal in life has always been to be nothing likehim.
I don’t want to open my eyes because truth be told, I’m tired. But then there’s an undeniable bickering that I can’t ignore.
“Give me her,” Bram demands.
“No, she’s comfortable where she is. Fuck off,” Max snaps back.
“Just because you’re her scent match doesn’t make you any more important than me or Ethan.”
“Doesn’t it?” Max says, and I wince, blinking away sleep and rolling out of bed.
Sloane shifts off of Max’s chest and stands there, completely naked with her hands crossed over her chest.
Frankly, she looks both precious and pissed at the same time.
“The fuck did you say to me?” Bram says, taking a step forward, and Max stands to his full height. They’re both large, but Bram is the bigger one of the two in height and bulk.
He is also completely naked, and I do my best to not glance down at his swinging cock. I fail miserably.
“You know how to pick ‘em, sweetheart,” I mumble under my breath, and she glances back at me before staring daggers at Max and Bram.
“I said that I am her scent match, and that makes a difference. I don’t see your bond mark on her, Nilsen,” Max says, going right for the jugular.
