“Especially then,” Vander says quietly.
I pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.
I’m so tired. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally.
“Okay,” I whisper.
And for now, that’s enough.
Chapter Twelve
Vander
Two weeks Later
My phone buzzes with a text from the security detail hired to watch Maddie while she was on tour with Broken Crown.
Temp
Five minutes out
Shit. She’s supposed to be back tomorrow.
We had everything planned out. We were going to make her dinner and then spend the night convincing her to be ours.
Racing over to Ace’s apartment, I let myself in with my key. I hear the shower running in his en suite, which he never bothers to lock. I rush in without knocking because we have more important matters than privacy.
The sight of Rhodes on his knees greets me, Ace’s hand in his hair. Rhodes is sucking his cock, and I’m so horny I almost get hard at the sight.
“Enough of the fucking already,” I say. “It’s great that you can fuck each other whenever you want, but I have been waiting for two long fucking weeks for Maddie to get back, and now she’s five minutes away.”
Rhodes pulls back with a grin, water dripping off his jaw. “Hey, I’ll get on my knees for you anytime, big man.”
Ace belts out a surprised laugh, pulling Rhodes to his feet by his hair. Rhodes yelps at the motion, then laughs too.
“Wait, you’re fucking joking, right?” Ace says sharply, then shakes his head as water streams down his face.
“Obviously I’m joking.” Rhodes grins. “You know I only like your cock.”
“She’s early,” I say, before turning to leave the bathroom.
Rhodes whoops like a freaking teenager, and I shake my head as I hurry back to my apartment to get dressed.
Five minutes later, we’re all dressed and waiting in my apartment when we hear the elevator ding down the hall.
It’s been two weeks since Maddie left for the tour with her brother. Kade asked her to go, since her stalker had been delt with, and she jumped at the chance. We all stayed behind to give her some space to process and think about what she wanted without the pressure of us being around.
It was the right call. It was also fucking torture.
We hear her apartment door open and close.
After giving her all of five seconds to put her stuff down, we exit my apartment and knock on her door. I can hear her moving around on the other side before she pulls her door open.
“Hey,” she says with a smile.
“We need to talk,” Ace says. “Can we come in?”
I want to slap him upside his head. Sometimes Ace forgets you don’t need to be so direct all the time.
