I pinch one of his fingers on my thigh. He hisses and jerks his hand off me. “Don’t be a dick. You heard me.”
That menacing smirk returns, his cheeks pinched and that annoyingly cute dimple reappears. I’m surprised to find my muscles unclench at the familiar sight.
He drives onto the motorway, turns the radio on, and we’re back where we started, as if he didn’t just do a complete one-eighty on me and seem like he was going to murder me in his car.
I guess there’s more to him than just obscenity and levity. Even in Caden’s bedroom, when he threatened me that first night, it felt half-hearted. I’d never felt threatened by him until just now. I wonder what else is hiding under his playful exterior. It makes me wonder about Alfie too. What he could be hiding under his nurturing, caring surface.
Caden no longer really feels like the most dangerous one. At least with him, I know what I’m getting. With the other two… it’s the unknown that unnerves me the most.
CHAPTER 17
ALFIE
Itotally shouldn’t be making another coffee right now, but I’m doing it anyway. My heart’s feeling off in my chest, it has since I walked away from Elodie this morning. That betrayed look in her eyes made me feel like I was feeding her to the wolves. That’s an insult to the wolves really, Fiz is way worse.
Cade gets home just after me and heads straight to the gym. I’ve already worked out and I don’t really want to be around him at the moment, while he has that crazed look in his eye. I’ll let him blow off some steam for a bit.
The cleansing weeks are the worst of the year. We all run on a short leash. We struggle to keep ourselves under control. Even after years of doing it, it never gets easier.
It’s got nothing to do with the fact that there is a fresh pussy walking around this house that each of us wants a piece of.
It’s alright for the other two, they’ve seen it, felt it. Fiz has even fucking tasted it. Me? Nothing. Zilch. Because I like playing the long game. It’s not fun just to take, it’s fun to make them beg for me to take. Well, that – and my respect for Caden, something Fiz is clearly lacking for this situation.
It’s this thought that’s been wracking my brain all day. The fact that I’ve been a good boy over the past five days, not once making any advances, and Fiz might be getting his second taste of her.
I’d tried to convince Cade to let me have her today, but there was no budging him. Prick. Clearly jealous. He should be. She behaves for me, and that is purely because I treat her like a human being, rather than a fucking dog. And Cade treats Sarge better than he treats her.
I’ve told them over and over about the female mentality. They never listen. I’ve given up. I’ll let them ruin shit with Elodie and bathe in all the pussy she gives to me freely. It’ll taste that much sweeter.
When the front door opens, my head whips up from my Avengers Tower. I’m immediately on my feet and flying over to Elodie to inspect her while Fiz drags in two massive bags.
“Relax, Daddy Alfred, she’s fine,” Fiz says, walking towards the kitchen.
I cup her face, inspecting her. “Areyou fine?”
Her blue eyes sparkle back at me, no sadness or pain there, no extra than there usually is. “Yes.”
I drag my fingers from her cheeks down to her jaw, then her neck. Her bruises are fading now, most of them yellow except…
I tilt her head to the side. She yelps at the swift move.
“Is that?” I move her face to look at me.
She gives me a bewildered look. “What?”
I whip round to find Fiz. “You gave her a fucking hickey?”
Fiz lifts a shoulder, a ridiculously smug grin on his face as he brings a water bottle to his lips.
It seems El was as much in the dark as I was. “You gave me a hickey?!”
Fiz chokes on his water this time, bursting into laughter.
“Oh my God!” she cries and runs out the room, I’m guessing to find a mirror.
I run a hand down my face. “Boy, you really do like playing dangerous games.”
“It was unintentional, bro. We had a little moment, I obviously got carried away. You heard her, she’s fine.”
