I empathize with Brantley and his relationship with his dad because I get it. My mom was a difficult person to love, but all I ever wanted was her approval despite all the shitty stuff she put me through.
And even worse than the revelation about B’s dad is that Dennis is still out there. Tracking us with FBI tech. And hestillowes Ryan Michaels a ton of money, so how desperate will he be now that he’s untethered and his son is dead?
I need this to end.
I already know what I’m going to do. I just need B’s keys and a phone because if the tracker isn’t on me, it’s most certainly on him—maybe both of us.
While the guys were in Flurry, I got a text from Micah saying he spoke with Detective Lin, and he even drove up toVancouver and made an official statement. So now I just need to draw Dennis out and give the authorities my location.
I blink back the tears that want to fall, then stand, strip, and get into the shower. I scrub my skin until it’s red and aching, but I don’t care. Even if I didn’t see him lurking outside Charlie’s house, he was there. Just the thought of his presence makes me feel vulnerable and violated. Just for tonight, I need to get Dennis off my skin so that I can forget.
When I exit the bathroom, Seb and B are sitting together on the bed. B’s head is resting against Seb’s thigh while his fingers comb absently through B’s hair as they watch something on Netflix. I stare at them for a minute before they notice me, and I suddenly wonder if I’ve become the third wheel in this scenario. They look so cozy together. Not that I’m jealous, but it’s comforting to think that if I removed myself from the throuple, maybe they’d still be happy together.
Seb’s eyes meet mine, and he smiles. He’s so fucking beautiful in his gray joggers with his dark hair mussed. He’s not wearing a shirt, and the soft light highlights the dips and curves of his muscles.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says, his voice low and husky, and B glances at me as well. “Are you doing okay?”
I shake my head with a tearful smile. “No.”
“C’mere.” Seb cocks his head in their direction, and I walk over, letting my towel fall to the floor before I climb into bed with them. Neither of them comments on my nudity—though they can hardly hide the way their dicks perk up in those ridiculous sweats. B sits up, and I slide between them, pressing my face into Seb’s bare chest.
Gentle fingers tickle stroke my bare back, and I realize that I’m shaking. “Seb?” I ask, nuzzling my face into his pec. His and B’s scents have mingled, creating a spicy mix that’s just them. No wonder men’s cologne has dumb names like Feral Wolf; I don’t even know how to describe it other thanyum.
“Yeah?”
I pull back and meet his eyes. “Remember how you asked B and me to help you forget your nightmares at the cabin?”
“I do,” he says carefully.
“Well, can we do that? I want to forget too. Over and over again. At least for now.” B’s fingers slide over my tit, and I shiver. “Tell me what you guys did in the bathroom earlier tonight.”
Seb’s cheeks redden, and Brantley grins, meeting his eyes over my head. “We fucked.”
“No! Really?” I sit up so fast that my breasts bounce.
“And what was it you said to me, Bastian? That when we get home tonight, you wanted to—and I quote—watch me fuck Fi into a coma while she chokes on your cock?”
My eyes widen, and I nod quickly. “Let’s do that.” An idea forms in my head. I glance at B and give him a small pout. “But you guys played without me. Show me what I missed.”
Seb’s eyebrows rise. “You want to watch us fuck?”
I sit up and cross my legs, tapping my chin thoughtfully. “I want to watch you come undone while B sucks your cock.”
Seb looks at Brantley, whose eyes widen with excitement, and he nods. “And while I’m down there…,” B starts.
Seb narrows his eyes. “Continue…”
“Nah, it’s a surprise.” B grabs Sebastian’s cock obscenely, giving it a squeeze before he let’s go. Seb closes his eyes, trying to control a shudder.
“I’m so proud of you, Seb,” I whisper, crawling forward to straddle his lap. I grind my already throbbing pussy against his sweats where his cock is quickly hardening. “You’ve come so far from our little tryst in the barn. Such a good boy.”
His eyes snap open, and his pupils dilate as he stares at me, his blue eyes bright and feral. I move my hips again, and he grabs my waist, digging his fingers into my skin.
“Stop now, Fiona,” he growls. “Or we won’t get to the show.”
I smile widely and back off Seb’s lap, giving B a wink as I sit back on my knees and spread my thighs so I can circle a finger over my clit to relieve some of the pressure.
B’s eyes drop to my hand, and he licks his lips before turning to Seb and hooking his fingers around the waistband of his sweats and pulling them off. Then, B crawls up Seb’s body and bites Seb’s lower lip before taking it into his mouth. Seb kisses him back with a moan, and, fuck, all my wet dreams are coming true.
