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I see his brows furrow a little.
“Nothing at all?” His green eyes draw me in, so effortlessly.
“No…” It feels like I’m missing something important here, but nothing is clueing me into what that might be. “I’m sorry if I said, or did, anything weird.” Going with an apology feels like my only option, until someone decides to fill in my blank spots.
He looks crestfallen for a split second, but seems to shake it off, and his grin bounces back. “Well, you did beg for my cock…a lot.”
I stare at him. Stunned. Hell, no wonder I’m feeling deliciously sore today.
“No.”
“Mmmhmmmm. Oh, yes.”
“NoNoNo.” Burying my face in my hands, I hope the floor will swallow me up.
He pries my fingers away from my face. Making sure to bend to my height and get right up and close with his green eyes. “A. Lot.” He emphasizes each word with a waggle of his brows.
“Oh, my god. Your ego is big enough already.” I wail.
“That’s not the only big thing you like about me, baby girl.”
“If I find out you’re messing with me…” My protests only drag out more of a glint in his eyes.
“What? These assholes didn’t tell you about that part before cornering you in a filthy little shower threesome?” He shakes his head with a rueful smile. “Horny Fox likes to demand all her men fill her up one after the other.”
I twist to look at the other two in question with open-mouthed incredulity. Both are in the process of wrapping towels low on their hips and scrubbing at wet hair to dry off from the shower. They each look the picture of innocence and corruption rolled together into two muscular packages. Goddamn them, it is entirely unfair how gorgeous they all are.
“Ok, that’s more than enough cock for you.” Ky rolls his eyes and steers me away by the arm, not caring that I’m barely clinging to the towel tucked around me.
“Get your sweet little ass out here and eat something.”
57
“Baby, you want some coffee?” I stumble into the kitchen, finding Ven hunched over his laptop. He looks like crap, and I feel like shit.
Somewhere in all of this we need to actually sleep.
Not that I minded having to stay up and take care of Fox last night—and I’m never going to complain about hot as fuck midnight sex—but between things turning to hell at the club and worrying myself sick about her, there’s going to inevitably be a moment when we all reach breaking point.
Ven is running on empty. He’s flipped into that state where he’s not quite himself, and I trust that he knows how to take care of his own needs, but it doesn’t mean I can’t keep an eye on him.
He was the one to catch her when she collapsed, and I don’t think I’ve seen him look more murderous than when he realized that someone had fucked with our girl.
While he might have purged a little of the bloodlust from his veins this morning, there’s going to be nothing that stands between him and putting a bullet in the skull of whoever did this to her.
And that’s if he’s being merciful.
It’ll be more likely that he’ll have them hacked apart and bleeding slowly to death over the course of a week, before he’d even consider ending their sorry existence.
“What the fuck?” He growls at the computer screen.
Hearing the tone in his voice that makes my heart pound with worry, I drop my fumbling attempts to coordinate the coffee and the filter, crossing over to whatever it is he’s looking at.
“Where is she?” Ven’s eyes are lumps of burning coal when he glances up at me.
My hand runs through my hair as I try to remember what Thorne told me before he left earlier. “Uh, they went back to the club. Fox wanted to see Poe and let her know she was ok, and Thorne was going to run through security footage with Hawke.”
There’s already a chill creeping down the back of my neck as I watch Ven click rapidly through screens of information and camera footage.
