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It was almost impossible not to be turned on with her watching me like that, even if it was a cold kind of stare. A stare that said,you don’t affect me,even though the slight squeeze of her thighs betrayed the feeling she concealed beneath her mask.
Ava Jade groaned slightly before sitting up in bed. I listened as she sighed again, checking my phone for the time.
It was just past eleven, and there were already several more messages waiting on there from the guys in the group chat.
Corvus: Did she tell you anything more?
Corvus: If she’s not going to fess up, can we hack into her phone? We need to see what else she’s hiding from us. Those messages seemed threatening. I think she’s lying about it being Becca.
Rook: Agreed. Something’s off. I don’t like it.
Angling my phone so she couldn’t see, I typed out a quick reply, knowing neither of my brothers would sleep until I did. Ava Jade shut down my questions all night about the texts she claimed were from Becca, making me even more on edge. It took all the restraint I had to let it go, but only because I knew we’d find out whether she wanted to tell us or not.
Grey: I’ll look into it. Shouldn’t be too hard.
Corvus’ reply was immediate.
Corvus: Good.
Ava Jade rose from her bed and padded to the door, stepping out into the living room, and even as tired as I was, I was grateful to have to get up off the solid floor.
Corv liked his bed hard, the mattress so over-firm it was uncomfortable even to sit on. But not me. I liked a good soft bed. Pillowtop. Plush. More like Rook’s, though fur and Egyptian cotton weren’t really my thing.
I’d take either over this, though. This floor was going to leave me with goddamned bruises.
I stretched out the kinks in my bones and went to the door, squinting out into the moonlit space. AJ was in the sunken area by the couches, searching beneath the coffee table for something. When she didn’t find it, she huffed, moving onto the fireplace mantle and eventually the little cabinet beneath it. Getting more and more annoyed as she searched.
What was she looking for?
AJ paused as she pulled something forward from the back of the cabinet, tilting the box-like shape toward the light.
She pressed a button on it and it whirred to life as she leaned back, grabbing something from the top of the coffee table.
The television mounted above the slim fireplace flicked on, the blue light expanding until it coated the room with its eerie glow, making AJ reel back for a moment from its brightness.
It was clear what she was doing when she changed the input and drew what was unmistakably a controller from the back of the cabinet. She wiped the dust off the controller with her shirt and then toggled to the downloaded games as the console finished coming to life.
She chose a first-person shooter. A zombie game I hadn’t heard of. There weren’t a wide array of choices. She wasn’t half bad, either. It took her a few rounds, a few virtual deaths, before she hit her stride, cutting down zombies and their offspring with ease, zooming through challenges and levels.
Her hair kept falling in her face as she played, and she roughly threw it back between zombie kills. The urge to hold it back for her, to pull it up into a ponytail out of her way gripped me, and I frowned.
It was an odd thought. What did I care if her hair was getting in her eyes?
Sitting how she was, cross legged on the floor, backlit in blue, she looked like my own personal poltergeist. Disturbing my routines, throwing my life into chaos.
And yet, just like before, I couldn’t say I wanted her gone.
Or that I wished she never came here.
On the contrary, I wanted her more.
Even knowing what she was trying to do to us before the night at the warehouse didn’t change anything. If I was in her shoes, I’d have done the same. Hell, I might’ve done worse.
The strap of her shirt slipped off her right shoulder, and she flicked her hair back again, sweeping it to the side, away from her slender neck. So fucking beautiful.
My cock thickened in my boxers, and I pawed it, trying to readjust.
I did say I wanted to talk to her, but maybe talking wasn’t going to fix anything. Apologizing to her with words for earlier wouldn’t mean shit. But maybe I could show her in other ways.
