“Is it a pattern or a coincidence?” Connor muses out loud, but I bet he already knows the answer.
Jane, Sulli, and me—the oldest three of each family—have the most pressure concerning who we date. It’s not the only reason we all haven’t been in relationships, but it’s definitely added to it.
“Since you’re already talking like I’ve evaporated,” I say lightheartedly as I stand, “I need to head out. I have a meeting in a half hour.” I say goodbye to everyone but Farrow.
He has to follow me.
The minute we exit and walkslowlydown the hallway, he starts laughing hard. Freeing a sound I bet he’s been caging. Almost infectious.
I feel myself smiling. “Welcome to my life. Apparently you have a front row seat.”
“It’s entertaining as hell, but when are you going to let me behind the wheel?”
“The day I die.”
He rolls his eyes at the worddie.And then he gives me a blatant once-over. Head to toe. “You asked your dad and uncles for advice about lube. That’s cute.”
The way he sayscute—it sounds sincere. But I still feel the need to defend myself. “I’m close to my family.”
A warm smile appears. “I know. It’s one of my favorite things about you.” We exchange a heady look, my blood heating. He scans the empty hall and then whispers with his growing smile, “You top ‘most of the time’.” He uses air-quotes.
“Is that going to be a problem for you?” I ask.
He rolls his eyes again, like that’s not where he meant for me to travel. Our shoulders brush, bodies drawing closer. We shut up as an influx of Cobalt Inc. employees meander down the hall.
We wait for the elevator in silence. Thankfully when it arrives, it’s empty. We enter, and I press the lobby button. As soon as we start descending, Farrow tells me, “I’m vers.”He likes being a top and bottom.
I look at him.
He raises his brows at me. “I want your cock in my ass.”
I almost harden, but I catch him glancing at the elevator’s security camera. He’s aware of our surroundings. It’s why we don’t collide together.
Though, I risk nearing him. Only a couple feet away.
“What doesmost of the timemean for you?” he asks bluntly. “I once was with someone who didn’t like any kind of penetration.”
“That’s definitely not me.” I lick my lips, and his gaze falls to my mouth. “I like pretty much everything, but I’ve only bottomed twice.”
His brown eyes flit up to mine, and he chews his gum slowly in thought. “You didn’t like it?”
“Not with them. It’s a trust thing,” I say, just as the elevator dings and slides to a halt.
I don’t mention how I have fantasized about Farrow behind me—his weight bearing against me, but seven out of ten times in the fantasy, I flip him around and top him.
The three other times…his erection is in me.
18
FARROW KEENE
A ringing cellphonewakes me from a half-sleep. I roll onto my side and prop my body on my arm. If this is Alpha ordering me around via cellphone now, we’re going to need to have a real chat.
I grab my phone that dropped to the old floorboards and first notice the time on the screen.
2:03 a.m.
Then the caller ID:Wolf Scout
