Locke kissed me, and it was the first time he’d done it without glancing around first. He kissed me like he owned me, and I loved him for that.
He pulled back with a grin. “How long are you working for?”
“Until four. Why? Got plans for me?”
Filthy heat warmed his gaze, and he darted a look over my shoulder. “Wehave plans for you.”
“Is it a live recap of last night?”
“Pervert.”
I slipped a hand between us, grazing Locke’s prominent bulge. “Takes one to know one.”
“All right.” Nash tugged me away. “Don’t get his dick out in the yard, not in daylight anyway. Just hurry up, okay? We wanna take you home.”
I turned to face him as the sun came out, and for the first time in weeks, Nash didn’t look emotionally and physically exhausted. He smiled with his whole face, his eyes bright with mischief and love, and there was a liquidity to his body that hadn’t been there in so long I’d forgotten what he was like when he was happy. “Did you eat yet?”
“No—shit, hang on.” His phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and moved off to take the call, an instant frown marring his sunny face.
I scowled at his back.
Locke grasped my elbow and guided me away.
He led me inside and sat on my chair, tugging me into his lap. “We missed you, queenie.”
I let his tall frame swallow me up, absently pondering where Decoy had vanished to so quickly, but the thought was errant. Forgettable. Locke consumed me just by existing.
He smelled like sex too. Or at least, he smelled of Nash. I pressed my face to his neck and breathed, letting it swamp me, warmth already pooling in my core. I’d been joking about the live-action replay, but my mind wandered all the same. Nash and me, we talked a lot, and away from the omerta of club business, no subject was off limits. But would he tell me this?
Would I even ask?
Locke tapped my temple. “What are you thinking about so hard down there?”
“I’m wondering how long I’ll last before I get nosy about last night.”
I felt Locke’s deep chuckle. “What do you want to know?”
“Anything. Nothing. You’re right, I am a pervert, especially when it comes to you and Nash.”
“Know how that feels.” Locke skimmed his hands over my hips and under the T-shirt I’d pinched from Cam’s house. Saint’s. Cam’s were too big and Alexei’s didn’t fit over my boobs. “I spent a long time trying not to think about you and him together. Not cos I was jealous, more that I knew once I tugged on that thread, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
“Then what happened?”
“The bottom fell out of my restraint. And then I found myself in this crazy place where I didn’t need my imagination anymore. You became my reality and I still have to fuckin’ pinch myself.”
I let that percolate, wondering how long it would take me to burst into flames. “Does Nash ever ask you what we get up to when he’s not around?”
“Never.”
“He asked me once. Then he fucked me in the timber store.”
Decoy stuck his head around the door as those words landed. Cringed and disappeared again.
Locke shook with unrestrained laughter.
I swatted him. “You asked.”
“No, I didn’t. You did.”
