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9
Pen
Ilead York and Zayn back to the room I woke up in earlier today with my heart pounding in my chest. The last time I was alone with just the two of them, I was angry at them both for being overbearing bastards. They were jealous that Beast dropped me off back at the Academy, and they metaphorically thumped their chests like a couple of gorillas before conceding they were acting like twats.
“So what now?” York asks, a twinkle in his eye as he shuts the bedroom door behind us.
Zayn chuckles. “Mate, you were shot tonight. You need to sleep; you look like shit.”
“I was shotat. I wasn’t shot. There’s a big difference. Like Dax said, it’s only a scratch.”
“Yeah, but you still lost a shitload of blood. Look at you, you’re practically see-through. I’m not sure you’ll have enough blood left to fill your cock.”
I cover my mouth with my hand stifling a laugh. York narrows his eyes at me in challenge. “Believe me, Tiny, I haveplentyof blood left.” He cups his cock, and I see the outline of his erection beneath his trousers. He’s not lying.
“Fucking hell, mate,” Zayn exclaims, shaking his head in amusement.
“What is it, are you afraid of a little competition?”
Zayn chuckles. “I’m game if Pen is,” he says, eying me, and despite the dark circles beneath his eyes I can’t help but notice the sudden change in energy. You wouldn’t think they’ve just been involved in a firefight.
York grins. “Fuck, yeah.”
“I think sleep is what’s needed,” I say firmly, biting on my lip as York unzips his trousers and slides them off. Kicking them away alongside his shoes. His dick tents his boxers, and I have to force myself not to drool.
“You sure about that, Titch?” he asks, removing his top, and making my mouth dry out at his beautiful body.
I point at the bandage wrapped around his left bicep where a little blood seeps into the white. “You’ll aggravate the stitches.”
“Shit! That old fucker, Joey, better not have sewn me up ugly. I’ve got a reputation to keep,” he remarks, fingering the bandage.
“What reputation is that?” Zayn questions with a smirk.
He too starts removing his clothes until he’s standing in his boxer shorts. I’m trying hard not to salivate like some sex craved addict. I’ve just had sex with Xeno an hour or so ago, and whilst the bath soothed all sorts of aches and pains, I’m still tender down there. My poor, inexperienced pussy. I smile internally at that thought.
“Being the best-looking Breaker, of course!” York quips.
“Shut the fuck up, you prat.” Zayn rolls his eyes and takes my hand. “I don’t know about this fucker here, but I need a shower. I’ve got blood under my nails, and God knows what else. The quick shower at Tales hadn’t exactly done the job at getting squeaky clean, and there’s no way I’m getting into bed with Pen until I am.”
“Yeah, agreed. Let’s shower,” York says, striding towards the ensuite and the large walk-in shower that’s big enough to fit all of us comfortably.
“You fucker. I wasn’t inviting you!”
“Hey, I’m all in. I’m not afraid to share, ask Dax…” York chuckles at the look on Zayn’s face and my cheeks heat when Zayn turns his attention to me.
“What did I miss?” he asks.
“That wasbefore,” I mutter, internally cursing York as he laughs out loud. He turns on the faucet and strips off his boxers, not in the least bit embarrassed by his nakedness or his growing erection.
“Before?”
“Yeah, when we were kids…”
“Fuck sake,” Zayn curses. “You keptthata secret.”
“Hey, a gentleman never tells,” York calls out from the shower. “Though tonight I’m feeling far from gentlemanly. Want to see how ungentlemanly I’m feeling, Titch?” He winks at me through the glass. The bastard.
“Should you be getting your bandage wet?” I ask, totally changing the subject, determined to keep my gaze level with his and not stare at his cock. I’m slightly concerned that I’ve become a little unhinged after last night and all the revelations that followed. I’m not normally this… this, I don’t know…freewith my loving. Then again, I’ve only ever loved these boys and we’ve got a lot of catching up to do. So why the fuck does it matter?
