Chapter 18
Ezra
Maybe Willow wasn’t playing games. Maybe there was something under that massive and immovable wall she had put up. Still, knowing she had put that up at all annoyed the fuck out of him. Someone had hurt her before, and he wanted to know who.
Was the guy still alive? He ground his teeth together. If he were, it wouldn’t be for much longer.
Ezra wasn’t some knight in shining armor, but he couldn’t stand the thought of Willow being fucked with. At some point, he would get the truth from her.
Probably when she gets everything out of me.
That was what put him the most on edge—her ability to turn the tables. He’d had her pinned against the wall, his fingers deep in her perfect cunt as he watched and felt her come undone. Yet still, she’d switched the game onto him, stroking his length and flicking it with her tongue as a reward. Fuck. He had been so close. The tip of his cock was seconds from sinking into her.
He wanted to yank those shorts down and finish what theystarted.
But it couldn’t happen. At least, not now. The door to the cabin rattled as his friend appeared. Ezra gripped her hair and gently tipped her head back before giving her a final kiss.
Her eyes met his in understanding, but there was something else as well. Something pained as those pretty blues found Ryker.
She wants him…
It was obvious. But she wanted Ezra as well. He could feel it—taste it on her. Was he okay with that?
He assessed Ryker more thoroughly. Taller than himself and just as deadly. Those light eyes softened as he traced Willow’s slight body that was swimming in the borrowed clothes. There was something unreadable in his face as he registered Ezra’s presence in the room with her.
Damn. He had it bad for her, too.
He swallowed down the lump forming in his throat, not quite knowing why it was there. Maybe he was worried he couldn’t measure up to what Ryker could offer. They had already been hitting it off with their taste in food and games. What did Ezra have in common with her?
Willow turned her attention back to sweeping while Ryker continued to give him a strange look.
“Is he being a dick?” Ryker asked her with an edge to his voice.
“No,” she said quickly, her shoulders tensing up. “Everything is fine.”
Why did that make her nervous? Was it his tone? For fuck’s sake, he wanted to know what made her tick.
“Don’t know why you always assume the worst of me,” Ezra quipped.
Ryker was about to fire back, but he clapped a hand on his back to lead him out of the room. “Let’s give our girl some space.”
Our girl. Now isn’t that a thought.
***
They had spent the better part of the day cleaning and doing all the shit he had been putting off. After the initial grumbling, they had quieted down and finished the tasks without whining. What else were they supposed to do up here? The TV had a DVD player hooked up to it, but no cable or any kind of internet. The only movies he had were some old romcoms that his aunt had left and a few war movies that belonged to Rick. The bookshelf was empty since Patty did want those. There really was nothing else to do.
As they settled into their dinner of spaghetti and a thick, meaty tomato sauce, he couldn’t help but grin at the strange setup they had going. They had almost killed her, and now they were all having dinner together after cleaning his cabin?
He couldn’t complain, though. The way she sat in the chair with her legs crossed while still in his baggy clothes was weirdly adorable. Her hair was a little wild, the thick black waves uneven, and some frizz made it a little poofy.
Ryker offered her subtle glances, making her face flush and her eyes glaze with need. She definitely had an appetite, consideringhe’d gotten her off that morning. He had no complaints. He would give her everything she wanted and more.
Willow subtly moved toward Ryker, but quickly retreated into herself once she noticed Ezra’s watchful gaze.
Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. I’ll know everything about you soon.
As if it were an automatic thing, Willow took their plates once they were done and walked them to the sink. He slung an arm over the back of his chair. “Uh, why are you washing dishes?”
