“Who?” Johnny said, trying to pull his face back round. “Who, Tay?”
“It doesn’t matter, JP. It really doesn’t matter.”
Johnny let out a quiet growl, cupping Taylor’s face and forcing him to look up. “It does matter, Tay. Because I know every single person you’ve ever slept with, but you’re acting all weird about this one?” His grip loosened a little, and he ran a hand over Taylor’s cheek “Did they hurt you?”
Taylor sighed and gripped Johnny’s wrist. “No.”
“Then why?—”
“Because it was Sam, okay? It was Sam.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
“As in…” Johnny’s voice cracked. “As inourSam? Samantha?”
“Do we know any other Sams?”
“No, but… When?”
“Before she died.”
“Well, obviously, Taylor. I’d be a bit fucking concerned if it was after.”
“Shut up. I knew you’d be weird about it.”
“But she was?—”
“Married? Yeah, no shit. Kind of our MO. Her wife doesn’t know, and you’renotgoing to tell her because now she’s dead and—” Taylor covered his eyes. “Fuck, she’s dead.”
The mattress shifted again as Johnny lay back down. “Yeah. Yeah, she is. Did you,” Taylor heard him suck his teeth, as though contemplating his next few words. “Were you in love with her, Tay?”
Taylor let out a strangled sound. “No. It was just sex. It only happened once.”
If Taylor was being completely honest, he couldn’t quite recall who had been fucking who during that night shift in theback of the police car, and he was pretty certain he’d come away with a fractured pelvis.
“It was kinda wild,” Taylor continued. “Which is what I mean. Omegas are nice, calming and… safe.”
Johnny hummed. “But did you like it?”
Taylor could hear the teasing in his tone, which was kind of pissing him off.
“With Sam,” Johnny continued.
“You can’t ask me that. She’s dead.”
“I meant being with an alpha. Did you like it?”
Taylor groaned, turning over and disturbing Theo in the process. Theo cleared his throat, stretched and sat up. “I’m going for a shower,” he said, voice heavy with sleep, but not so heavy that Taylor didn’t clock the slight amusement in his tone. “And I’m calling Emily a taxi, so just… take your time.”
He kissed them both on the cheek before slipping out of bed and into the en suite bathroom. The extractor fan clicked on, throwing a small amount of light into the bedroom from under the door.
Taylor still didn’t want to look at Johnny, so he grabbed a pillow and tried to pull it over his head… which Johnny promptly snatched away and threw to the other side of the room.
Then, all of the pillows flew off the bed, Taylor was flipped onto his front and Johnny was at his back with his hand pressed to his hip. Taylor squirmed, because Johnny’s cock was lying across his arse cheek and it was doing all sorts of funny things to his insides.
“Did you like it, Tay?” Johnny growled, locking his arm around Taylor’s chest so he couldn’t get away.
Taylor grabbed the corner of the bedside table like it was a life raft, but Johnny just yanked his arm away and rolled him onto his back.
