Her eyes well with tears as she looks up at me.
“Okay,” she whispers softly.
Levi “Ice”
Ana and Viking just left for a date, and Tank took Serena out of here over his shoulder.
I’m just sitting in the house alone.
I think about going to the club since the house is too quiet right now.
I’m assuming both couples will be gone all day, and I don’t want to sit here all alone.
Most people would call me crazy or stupid for staying here with two couples, but I just couldn’t say “no” to Ana’s puppy dog eyes.
The pull I feel to her and Viking has just gotten stronger over the last couple weeks.
There have been so many times I just want to grab either one of them to kiss them, but I have to hold myself back. When I see one of them bending over something, it takes everything in me not to walk over to him or her and do what I’ve been dying to do.
Fuck. How do I get myself into these situations?
Why do I always want people who either don’t want me or are taken?
I get up and decide I need to head to the club, or I will be thinking about them all day. I need something to take my mind off them.
With my mind made up, I head out to my bike and make the short trip to the club.
Brothers greet me, and I smell something delicious coming from the kitchen which leads me in there.
I just know Mama is making something heavenly.
When I get to the kitchen, I see that Mama is making fettuccini alfredo with garlic cheesy bread. My mouth instantly waters.
“Ah potato fucker, perfect timing. Dinner is ready,” Mama says, and I groan with a shake of my head. I’m never going to live that down. I don’t think she will ever stop calling me that.
One time I got too drunk and fell asleep hugging a bag of potatoes. I don’t know how I got in there to be honest, or why I was spooning a bag of potatoes.
Some of the brothers come in to grab some food, so I bullshit with them. Once everything is done, a club whore comes up to me.
“Hey, you look like you could use a release,” she purrs.
I shake my head. “Not tonight,” I say, and grab her hand before she can touch me.
She walks away in a huff.
“Something on your mind, brother?” Knuckles asks, sitting beside me.
“It’s nothing,” I say lowly.
“Nothing wouldn’t happen to be a certain couple who you live with?” he asks quietly.
I look over at him in surprise. He raises an eyebrow at me and shrugs. “It has been obvious from the first party that you were attracted to them. You barely took your eyes off them. No one is going to have a problem with it if you want both of them.”
“They might have a problem with it,” I grumble.
“I think you are wrong about that. I’ve seen the way they look at you. There’s something in the looks they give you, but it’s whether they admit it to themselves or each other that will be the question,” he says.
“I won’t get in between them. They are already going through a lot,” I tell him. I refuse to hope that anything could happen.
