“I’m going to shower.” Dante gestures to his room before disappearing into it.
As soon as his door closes, I open my laptop and sync into the camera in Sara’s room to see what angle he left it. The room is dim with only sunlight bleeding through the curtains. I can see her bed and the doorway to her bathroom.
A little white streak goes across the bottom of the camera accompanied by the clicking of toenails and the jingling of a bell on his collar.
“What are you doing, Peabody?” Sara walks in. Her jeans fit her like a second skin. Her light sweater falls off one shoulder, showing the strap of her camisole under it. She has her red hair drawn into a low ponytail, cascading in loose curls down her back.
I suck in a breath. No matter how many times I see her, it’s always the same. My desire for her is like a punch to the gut. Or maybe lower.
“Already creeping on Sara.” Finn’s voice comes from over my shoulder.
“Ensuring the camera works.” I shut it off and close the laptop. It’s set to record to the cloud. So if something happens to Sara, we’ll be able to review it.
“You better hope she doesn’t have Drew over or you’ll get your own porn.” Finn laughs but the words settle like lead in my stomach.
It was only a matter of time before Sara finally gave up on me and found someone who could actually have her. I run a hand through my hair. Not that I can do anything about it. She’s Tom’s little sister. Tom’s my best friend.
“It’s not like she hasn’t had boyfriends.” Ones I enjoyed terrorizing with Tom when we were young. They never deserved Sara. No one is good enough for her. Definitely not me.
“Best prepare yourself, my friend.” Finn sits on the couch in front of the TV and turns it on. “This one has staying power.”
I blow out a breath and resist the urge to creep on her with the camera again. At some point, I’ll figure out how to let Sara go. But right now she needs us and our protection. For once, it’s okay if I fixate on her.
Sara
Peabody runs in circles outside in our tiny backyard. Normally, I’d take him for a walk, but I’ll admit only to myself, the two times I saw someone smoking, seemingly spying on me, have me spooked. So a quick wee in the backyard is all Peabody is getting this morning.
“Come on, Peabody.” I sip my coffee while I wait for the little speed demon to wear himself out. The dog walker will come by at ten and two. If I call, she’ll come by at five too. Not that I expect to have to work late my first week, but who knows with these guys.
Peabody races up to my feet and sits with his butt wiggling.
“Such a kiss up.” I reach into my pocket for his treat and bend down to give it to him. He takes it and trots into the house, straight to his bed. I close and lock the back door.
In the kitchen, I empty my mug and put it in the dishwasher before going into the half bath to check my appearance. I’ve got on an almost fifties-style blue dress, with a swing skirt and a buttoned-up top.
I curled my hair and tied back half to keep it out of my face. Makeup completes my look with winged eyeliner and red lips. I need all the armor I can get after this weekend. Those stolen passionate moments with Finn and Dante kept me up most of last night.
Drew and I plan to get together for lunch sometime this week, pending my schedule. But today, I have to look Finn in the eyes after he went down on me and Dante after I masturbated for him and licked the cum off his hand.
My cheeks flush in the mirror. Yeah, definitely not bringing up either of those incidents today. Did they tell each other? Did they tell Wyatt?
My heart pounds a little harder and my hands shake as I lift them to tuck my hair behind my ears. I’m not embarrassed about taking control of my sexuality, but it could get a little awkward because they’re friends with each other and my bosses for the next few months.
All I can do is be bold and pretend nothing happened.
Like they both didn’t shake the walls I so carefully constructed to the ground. My walls built on the foundation that Finn is a flirt who does nothing about it, while Dante protects Wyatt from me. Now I know they both want me, but neither of them took me when the opportunity presented itself.
I came, and it was glorious, but neither of them went further.
Is it all because of Tom? Or maybe it’s because Wyatt feels something for me? My heart skips a beat.
Fuck.
No.
Stop. I can’t keep doing this to myself.
No more mooning over Wyatt. I’m better than this. Straightening, I give myself a narrowed look before leaving the bathroom. Wyatt Hawkins doesn’t deserve my time. I’m done waiting for something that won’t happen.
