“So we monitor Zeke even closer than we are and don’t let them be alone together.”
“Agreed.”
“There’s only one problem,” I say with a wince. “After what happened tonight, it’s only a matter of time before one of them breaks. I’m not so sure we’ll be able to pry them apart after that.”
“So what are you suggesting we do? Cockblock after we just spent weeks pushing them to fuck?”
“You got a better idea?”
Thorin swears again.
EZEKIEL
My dick is hard.
And I wish I could say it’s easy to ignore, considering this has been a chronic condition of mine since I saw Aurelia naked and haven’t been able to scrub the image from my brain, but I can’t. I’ve known since our run when she dared me to kiss her that I would give anything—doanything—to sink my cock inside Aurelia George.
And now…she knows it too.
It’s been a few days since I let Khalil, Thorin, and even Aurelia goad me into stripping her ass raw with her pussy dripping all over our coffee table. Since then, as penance for our depravity, the mountain has sent us constant thunderstorms which, at this altitude, are particularly deadly.
It means we’ve been trapped inside this cabin under the stifling weight of our need fordays.
And if I don’t get out of here soon, I fear I’m going to pin Aurelia against the bookshelves she’s currently perusing, ruck that pretty little white dress with tiny purple flowers up, and fuck her senseless while the books fall down around us until she’s as lost in this fog of lust as I am.
And Aurelia is nothing if not vengeful.
Ever since the spanking, she’s been giving us all the cold shoulder, but is it just to see us squirm for daring to flex our dominance, or is it because, if not for Thorin and Khalil’s meddling that exposed me, she wouldn’t be feeling so rejected right now?
Either way, she’s barely spoken to us in days.
Whenever our eyes meet or we wander too close, I tug against the natural pull leading me to her, and the frost surrounding her grows.
Meanwhile, none of Khalil’s and Thorin’s attempts to thaw her cold shoulder have worked. Khalil, who is staunchly against junk food of any kind, even risked the lightning, mudslides, and fallen trees to drive into town and procure all of her favorite snacks. Five grocery bags of them. But the mountain of sugar, saturated fat, and sodium remained untouched on the kitchen island. Even the Oreos that Aurelia had been craving rather crabbily for over a week.
Only I seem to know what it is that she really wants though.
I’m currently lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to tell her that I want her, when Khalil steps into the room carrying her pack and bow.
“Goldilocks.”
“Yes, Khalil?”
She speaks, and my heart skips a beat.
When Khalil doesn’t respond, Aurelia sighs at the unspoken command and lifts her head from the romance book she’s pretending to read as an excuse to ignore our presence. I know because I’ve barely taken my eyes off her since she plucked one from the shelf before sprawling out on the rug that used to be Bruce.
Every so often her gaze became distant while reading, and she took too long to turn the page, or she turned the page too quickly, only to frown when she realized she had no idea what was happening.
Today, I have a particular fixation on the way her bronzed shoulders glisten in her white off-the-shoulder dress. A gift from Thorin that was conveniently given to her before I screwed everything up by showing my desire for her. Before, I had at least had plausible deniability, even after I almost kissed her,since Aurelia hadn’t believed I truly wanted to. But now…now I’m screwed. If not for Thorin’s impeccable timing, I wouldn’t be rewarded with the bottom curve of Aurelia’s ass peeking out from the hem.
Did I mention she’s glowing? She’s always glowing. I see why Seth calls her Sunshine.
“It looks like the storm is finally clearing up. We thought you might want to get out of the cabin today. Get some fresh air.”
“Pass.” Aurelia returns her attention to the romance she’s reading, turns the page, frowns, and then turns it back.
“Khalil, you tried it your way. Now we do it mine,” Thorin says as he joins us in the living room with a change of clothes for Aurelia. “We’re all getting out of this fucking cabin for some fresh fucking air, and since it’s not fucking safe for you to stay here alone, you’re fucking coming with us. On your own two feet or hog-tied and fucking carried. Your fucking choice,” Thorin barks.
