They struck at the same time.
Brent grabbed one of my breasts with his free hand, his tongue licking across my collarbone and Cole dropped between my legs, biting the inside of my thigh hard enough that I knew exactly where he was and wouldn’t forget it.
I cried out, arching further.Lord, yes.Please, let this work. Even if only for tonight.
BANG!
We froze.
“Holy shit,” Stash shouted from my right.
Precious moments of our track skipped. Shock and anger our songs title. Harsh pants our only lyrics.
I slowly turned my head to our trespassing spectator. Bit by bit, Brent lifted his head from my neck, his hand still glued to my breast. I felt Cole’s teeth gently unlatch from my sensitive inner thigh before he peered up from between my legs. All threeof us stared at Stash standing in our bathroom’s doorway, towel around his waist and toothpaste rimming his mouth. Steam bellowed into the bedroom from behind him, floating around him, up toward the ceiling. Just as the devil would come to wreak havoc. In one hand he held a tooth brush and in the other he held a gun, which he quickly averted from us.
I stared at the gun, more than a little stunned. “At least he doesn’t have his camera.”
Strained silence. No one moved. Stash stood there catching flies, gawking.
I watched as toothpaste dribbled down his chin and dripped to the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing in our bathroom?” Brent finally asked as calmly as he could. Too bad he sounded like he wanted to rip his head off.
Stash pointed with his gun somewhere to the right. “Bas was using the other shower.” A pause. “Mine sucks. Remember? I didn’t think you’d be back for a while.”
More silence.
“You were obviously wrong,” Cole stated icily. Then, he cracked and shouted,“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, STASH!”
Stash’s eyes cleared of his own shock, and hemoved.He fumbled with our bedroom door handle, yanking on it after stuffing his toothbrush in his mouth. We watched him blunder with it for all of twenty seconds, his jerking getting more and more frantic.
I bit my lip as my shoulders shook.
Cole didn’t find it so amusing. He continued shouting, “IT’S LOCKED, MORON!”
Stash paused, his shoulders heaving, and then he calmly reached out and unlatched it. He disappeared out the door, slamming it behind him.
We remained still, staring at the door. I wondered what this meant. Were they going to stop? Should we stop? Was it, like, a sign or something?
Cole cleared his throat a minute later and stated, “If he brings that fucking camera in here, I’m going to kill him.”
“I never should have bought him the damn thing,” Brent muttered. “Cole, lock the door again, would you?”
Cole grunted harshly, but jumped up and locked the door.
Turning around his gaze fixed between my spread legs. He shuddered and spoke deeply, “We aren’t stopping, dammit.”
Brent hadn’t moved at all and he squeezed my breast gently, stating matter of fact, “No, we’re not.” He glanced down at me. “That all right with you, darlin’?”
I smiled. There was my answer. “More than all right.” Now, we would see if we could actually accomplish this alive and well.
“Good. If you would have said no, I just would have persuaded you,” Brent retorted silkily, licking my neck and making me shiver.
“That could have been fun.” Cole’s eyes darkened and raked up and down my body with deliberate, cunning sexuality. Relentless and unrepentant strategies fired within those ocean depths, his ruthless nature showing.
Brent laughed and nodded, forest eyes gleaming with seductive design, his own personal brand of duplicity just as imposing for a very simple reason. While he manipulated his angle, he would be wearing a smile.
Oh, boy.
