It’s tempting to interfere. To act as the middleman. But I can’t get dragged into this. They need to figure this minefield out for themselves, and if Theo is truly scared, then he needs to find his courage to go after something he’s desired for years or work out whether his desires have changed. I can’t make that choice for him.
“He’s angry with me,” Theo says.
“It could be hurt,” I suggest.
“I don’t want to hurt him.” Theo twists around so he’s facing me. “That’s the last thing I want.”
“Just talk to him.” I wind my fingers in his hair. “You know Caz. No matter what the outcome is, he’ll be cool with it. But he needs to understand what’s in that beautiful head of yours. I have faith you two will work it out.”
“And you’re truly okay with this?” His voice elevates with his disbelief.
“Are you kidding me?” I laugh a little. “You’re mine and Caz is mine, but the thought of the two of you together?” I fan myself. “That is seriously fucking hot, and it makes me horny as hell.” I squirm on the chair as need pulses in my groin.
“You really mean that.” He blinks profusely.
“I really do. And as much as I love thinking about you two getting down and dirty, there is nothing hotter than seeing you finally get your heart’s desire.”
CHAPTER 7
“HAS ANYONE SPOKENwith Diesel?” I ask later that night as we watch back-to-back scary movies in the living room. It’s Halloween and the first time in years I’m not out partying up a storm. I’m lying lengthways on the big couch with my head on a cushion on Theo’s lap, and my bare feet are resting on Saint’s thighs. A soft blanket covers my body, and I’m toasty warm and content.
“Granddad called the instant I messaged him the day of the explosion,” Saint says, rubbing my feet under the blanket.
“He was freaking out,” Caz adds from his spread-eagled position on the other couch. Galen caved to his pain and went to bed a couple hours ago after popping some more pills. “I could hear him shouting down the phone at Saint.” He chuckles, reminding me they are such assholes when it comes to my trainer and friend.
“He blames us for not keeping you safe. Not that I fault him for that. You got injured on our watch, which should never have happened,” Theo says.
“Don’t do that!” I snap, instantly losing my temper. I glare up at him. “This is not your fault. The only person responsible is that conniving cunt Taylor, and I refuse to let her occupy any more of my headspace.”
“The perv’s been checking on you daily,” Saint supplies, ignoring my little outburst. “He’s overseas doing whatever the fuck he does. He has no update on that DEA agent, but he said he’ll be all over it once he’s back on US soil.”
“I texted him this morning, but I haven’t heard anything from him yet,” I admit. I had a few worried messages from him when I powered up my cell, so I’d expected him to call me ASAP, but he must be knee-deep in his latest mission.
“I’m sure he’ll call when he can,” Theo assures me, bending down to kiss my cheek.
I guess I drifted to sleep at some point during one of the movies because the next thing I’m aware of is waking up in my bedroom with a heavy arm around my waist, sweating like I’m in the midst of a raging inferno. Heat rolls off Caz in waves, and he’s suctioned to my back, like an overheated electric blanket. I glance at my body, grinning when I spot the Pearl Jam tee I’m wearing. It’s one of Caz’s favorite shirts, and I love that he put me in it.
I’d like to stay here, secure in his strong arms, inhaling his comforting spicy, masculine scent, but he’s too fucking hot, and his shirt is already stuck to my back like glue. Beads of sweat have plastered hair to my brow, and I need to cool down before I spontaneously combust. It takes mammoth effort to extract myself from Caz’s embrace without waking him, especially with sore ribs, but, somehow, I pull it off.
I pad into the en suite bathroom and run the shower, setting the temp to low. The cold, fresh water soothes my inflamed skin as I step under the showerhead, tilting my head back and letting rivulets trickle down my face. When I’m sufficiently cool, I adjust the temperature so it’s a little warmer and wash my hair and my body.
“Babe.” A gruff, sleep-drenched tone booms in the silent room. “You okay?” Caz asks, stifling a yawn.
“I was too hot,” I admit, turning around as the shower door opens. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” I’ve no clue what time it is, but it’s still dark out, so I’m guessing it’s the middle of the night.
“Well, I’m definitely awake now.” He grins, stepping into the shower, fixing me with a lust-laden look.
My gaze lowers, roaming over his broad chest, sculpted abs, and the line of dark hair that runs down to his hard cock. My libido instantly rouses, and I shoot him a matching grin as I wrap my fingers around his shaft. “You sure are.” I pump him in slow, measured strokes, wishing I could drop to my knees and blow him, but my stupid fucking ribs won’t let me. I nip at his jawline, grazing my teeth along the layer of stubble on his chin and cheeks. “And I’m wide-awake too, so what are you going to do with me, stud?”
“Turn around and face the wall. Hands on the tile. Ass up in the air, babe.” He lightly swats my butt as I put myself in position. My ribs ache a little, but the pain is bearable. I hear him lowering to his knees, and my pussy clenches in anticipation. I cry out when his hot tongue licks a path along my slit, moving from my pussy to my ass, and my cunt clenches with pure need.
I need this,him, so fucking bad.
He pushes two fingers inside me, slowly stroking my inner walls, and fireworks explode behind my retinas. I move my hips, riding his fingers, desperately needing more. He alternates between his fingers and his tongue, working my pussy and my clit until I’m dangling from dizzy heights. Suctioning his mouth over my cunt, he ravishes me with his wicked lips and his naughty tongue while his fingers ease into my ass.
I come apart instantly, shattering blissfully, screaming and whimpering, as my climax rips through me.
“You okay?” he asks in a deep voice as he stands, brushing my wet hair to one side so he can nibble on my neck.
