“Ollie, just remember, if he hadn’t been watching you, we wouldn’t have known what was happening,” Kane says softly. I can tell what he’s doing, and I’m getting kind of annoyed. He’s not the ‘good one’ here; we’ve all messed up in different ways.
“From what I could see as I wrestled our lovely alpha upstairs, the place was completely trashed. I’m sure Timber thought someone had broken in or that you were hurt. We would never have known if he hadn’t checked. I wouldn’t be here, and youwould have missed out on my wonderful cock, and we couldn’t have that, could we?”
I glare at him, but his charm is working again. It’s his fault for being so handsome, and Timbers for looking so good when he blushes.
“I really…” Timber chokes as he reaches for me again, softly taking my hand. “I really thought you were hurt… I only turned on the camera in my bedroom to make sure you weren’t there. I was already racing home when I saw you,” he says before he flushes an even more beautiful shade of red.
“Where else do you have cameras? Is there one in my nest?” I ask. I won’t kick off if he’s been watching me around the house. When I worked in restaurants and cafés, there were always cameras. Cooking for Timber was a job, after all. But if I find out there’s a camera in my nest…
“No! No. Fuck, of course not. Even though I was suspicious of you, I wouldn’t do that. I would never go into your room without permission. That’s one way you got away with pretending to be a guy so easily. Because I’m so dumb that I never tried to pry.”
I’m silent, and the weight of the air around us increases by the second. Timber’s frozen, and I need to say something, but it’s so much fun watching him squirm.
“There’s one in the garage, and in the living room. The main ones are in the kitchen, the dining room, and the corridor that leads to our rooms, and other major rooms in the house. But not your nest, I promise. That’s always been completely yours.”
Kane chuckles, and I whip my head around, glaring at him again. I don’t know why he’s doing this. I wonder if he wants me and Timber to fight just so he can fix us or something?
“I swear, Ollie.” Timber squeezes my arm, pulling my attention back to him. “I couldn’t even sit still in my room when I knew you were sleeping in your nest every night without me. It fucking killed me not to be in there with you.”
My throat bobs, and my heart opens as I dip my head. I know I’m supposed to be upset, but I love him so much that even a mournful look has perfume seeping from me. I lucked out so much, even if we’re all lil’ freaks in our own ways.
“Hmm.” I meet Timber’s gaze, and I put my hand on my chin like I’m contemplating the situation. Timber’s still tense, and it’s probably time to end his torture. “Maybe I should have fucked around more. We could have speed-run this whole thing if I just jerked off on the couch like I wanted to.”
Both of them go stock still, and I grin.
“What do you mean?” Timber croaks, his hand stiff. I ease my arm from his grip, threading my fingers through his instead.
“Well, do you know how hard it is to casually scent mark stuff without just full-on rubbing over everything? If I’d spent more time getting off during the day, then you could have picked up on my lack of a cock. Didn’t you see the times I got busy in the kitchen?”
Timber’s eyes widen along with Kane’s, but he’s looking shocked rather than Kane’s thrilled grin.
“I didn’t turn them on until after the oatmeal,” he mumbles.
I burst out laughing as he flushes bright red.
“What is it? What’s happening?” Kane asks as I cackle, as Luke would.
Timber groans as he covers his face. “How much did you see?” he asks as he peeks at me through his fingers.
I lean forward, gently kissing the back of his hand. “Absolutely everything. I especially like the part where oatmeal dropped on your chest as you shot all over the oven. You dirty man, you. It made me fall in love with you even more.”
Kane came in close, his eyes gleaming. “You have to tell me this story now,” he says as Timber rolls his eyes, and I laugh again.
“Later,” I say. “You’ll enjoy it more when I can give you the full details. Maybe we can have a reenactment.” I snort because Kane would go wild for that. “I can’t believe you’re the one who brought that up,” I say as I stroke his chest.
“It’s nothing compared to the taste of your pussy,” he growls through his fingers.
I know Kane wants to be part of it. I can scent his need growing stronger as he strokes my back and Timber’s shoulder, edging even closer.
“Are you really not angry?” Kane asks. “I would be furious if I found out he’s watching me.”
Timber gives him a look that says, ‘What the hell are you doing right now?’
But it gives me a chance to reassure Timber.
“Would you really? Because I’m just thinking about how I was going at it every night by myself in my nest. If Timber had caught me out in the first week I was here and hadn’t tossed me to the cops, I would have been able to sample his wonderful cock much sooner. Because I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t gatekeep it like a certain someone.” I glare at Kane again, and he leans forward to pluck a kiss from me.
“But it worked, didn’t it? You still kept coming back for more,” he says.
