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“Is Raven ok…with all of this.” Fox doesn’t look at me, but I see the way she’s gnawing on that lower lip of hers. “He’s been gone a few days, is all.”
What she means is that he’s been gone ever since the night we all fucked in the lounge, and I’ve been curious to see how long it would take her to pluck up the courage and ask the question. She’s still wary of him, which is only understandable on her part. But Ven will always be more wild than tamed. That’s a part of who he is, and there’s no sense in trying to rationalize how he handles anything.
“He’ll be back.” Is all I say. Truth is, I honestly don’t know when he’ll reappear, and that’s something that has come as a lesson to make peace with over time.
Fox is studying the artwork on my leg mighty hard. Refusing to look up at me. “I don’t want to come between you two or anything.”
Ahh. There it is.
“Baby girl.” I brush her lower lip with my thumb, pulling it out from between her teeth. Wide blue eyes snap up to meet mine. “You know well enough that we’re all creatures who won’t tolerate anything less than what we want.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” She pouts. Concern furrows her brow as she dips the needle head of the machine in her ink.
“Wait til I tell him you’re already missing his grumpy ass.”
“I’m not.” Fox huffs.
My smirk widens, and I pick up my phone. “You’re so cute. I can text him now if you want.”
She whines and nearly drops the tattoo gun trying to swat at me with her free hand.
“Don’t you dare. I’ll tattoo a big hairy ball sack right here on your leg if you do.”
Laughter roars out of me.
Fox’s scowl darkens. It’s adorable.
“Your secret is safe with me.” God, she’s pretty when mad. It makes something in my chest glow to know that her first concern is for my relationship with Ven, over and above whatever she might be exploring with each of us individually.
“Just promise me that you won’t let my being here ruin things for you both, ok?” She wipes methodically at the freshly laid ink. Removing the excess from my skin.
I shrug. “Ven and I have always been open with sharing other partners. This is no different.”
“But you haven’t had them living here and in your bed every night.” She’s arching an eyebrow at me, but there’s enough of a question there that I get the feeling she’s also more than a little curious about our past.
“No, you’re right. There hasn’t been anyone else living here except the three of us.” Ever.
She twists her lips. “So you would usually only share with others at the club?”
“If it ever happens, it has been a one-time thing, and only at the club,” I reassure her. Because for some reason, there’s an urgent need inside me that wants to spell it out loud and clear. To have her under no illusion—there hasn’t been anyone else in our lives who has even come close to the way I’m feeling about this girl.
“And Thorne…he never shares with either of you two usually?”
At the mention of his name I can’t help but shift my weight a little in my seat. The tips of my ears heat.
“No. That hasn’t happened before.”
“Oh.”
Yeah. Oh, is right indeed. Watching Thorne fuck our girl into submission that night is now permanently seared into my memory.
I’ve seen his cock numerous times before. But that was always when we were younger, and scattered in amongst those inevitable moments that come with living together as brothers when we would be around each other in various states of undress. It became clear to me pretty damn quick as I got older that I never once reacted in the same way to Hawke while growing up, and the two are fucking identical twins.
But no matter how many stolen glances I might have cast his way over the years, I’ve definitely never seen Thorne in a state of arousal like that.
Now I know what his dick looks like when it’s hard and veined, and it feels as though he intended to alter my brain chemistry for good.
I swallow heavily.
