The trauma he suffered transformed Rooke into an emotionless machine…but it also made him sensitive as fuck. I think he used to use it as a weapon—reading people’s emotions and using them to gaslight and manipulate—but now it’s his superpower.
Living with a superhero—fucking one—has its benefits.
I start to clear away the plates without being asked, because I’ve been trying to become a better version of myself too, but Haven grabs them out of my hands.
“You guys made breakfast,” she says, stacking the plates. “Least I can do.”
We both watch her disappear into the kitchen. Then we turn back to each other as soon as she’s out of sight. When his eyes lock with mine, a jolt goes through me at the heat in them.
If I hadn’t watched him making breakfast, I’d have sworn he put something in our food. Because no fucking way it’s normal to feel this fucking turned on all the time.
I look at Haven, I get hard. I look at Rooke, I get hard.
It can’t be natural.
But, while it lasts, I think we all plan to take full advantage.
Rooke pushes back his chair and reaches for his coffee cup, but I put out a hand to stop him.
His eyes darken at the touch, a smile curling his lips when I don’t move or speak.
“Need something, boy?”
And of course I hesitate, because I’malwaysfucking hesitating with him.
When it comes to Rooke, everything feels so…foreign. Not unnatural, justdifferent. Like I have to switch gears mentally to even attempt this new terrain. But the switch is coming faster and faster every time. And I don’t spiral afterward like I used to.
But watching him pierce Haven’s ears did something to me. Instead of fading, that need has grown even stronger.
Slowly, I stand and come around to his side of the table.
“We both do,” I murmur.
I drag his hand over my chest and down my stomach. When I reach the top of my boxers, I tug the waistband away from my skin before forcing his hand inside.
His eyes never leave mine. But his eyelashes tremble when his fingers close over my cock and he feels how hard I am.
“You liked it when I hurt our girl, didn’t you?” he murmurs.
My eyes drop to his mouth. “And you like stating the obvious.”
Rooke’s smile is smug as he gives my cock another slow squeeze. “Want me to hurt her some more?”
“Fuck yes.”
“How?”
I let out a rumble inside my chest. “The belt.”
“Yeah?” Rooke tilts his head, his smile becoming a smirk. “You liked it when I used the belt on her the other night?”
“What gave it away?” I say.
Rooke gives my cock a harder squeeze. “Bring me my belt, then bring her to me.” He tugs his hands out of my pants and walks over to the window with his cup of coffee, picking up his phone on the way.
I assume he’s texting Haven, but I don’t hear a notification going off on her phone.
Maybe he’s checking his emails or something.
