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“Hey, are you coming?” The sun was down, and we didn’t have the patio lights on, so Sloan probably couldn’t see what we were up to. I’d tell him, of course.
Livvy moved back, placing a palm on my chest. “We should go.”
“We should.” My hands glided down to her hips. “We should go right now.”
“Then why aren’t we moving?”
“Because this is the best place to be, together.”
“The best place, huh? Well…it’s not bad.”
And there went the ego that told me she’d been as into it as I was.
We went in to eat, not touching in any way. As if nothing happened.
Chapter Eighteen
Livvy
I was drunk, and it had nothing to do with the wine. Justice had been most reserved in terms of the relationship between us adults but, tonight, something had clicked in the best way possible.
Still, it left me confused and yearning for something they had implied was out of the question.
For such a gruff guy, his kiss was tender, loving, and it took a moment before my knees worked properly again. Gods, he was sexy. I stopped myself, barely, with my hand on his chest, from taking more of what I wanted, more of what he’d given me. Gods, all I wanted or needed in that moment had nothing to do with dinner but everything to do with quelling the hunger inside me, a hunger for both of them.
Sloan placed a full plate in front of me. My stomach was in knots as I looked at the food. I loved them. Both of them. And that had been fine. It had been enough when I’d decided to love them at a distance. To follow the rules they’d laid out. Being in love with them was enough without having them reciprocate. Or so I tried to convince myself and thought I was doing okay with that.
But, over the past week or so, something in our dynamic had shifted. Monumentally so. Sloan had been looking at me differently. There was want in his eyes, or I was perceiving it that way. Justice took opportunities to touch me here and there. Just that morning, he had touched my hip while I was making my cup of coffee. It wasn’t accidental, either.
“Is it cold? Should I heat it up for you?” Sloan asked. They were both looking at me. While I hadn’t touched my meal yet, lost in my head, they were halfway through theirs.
“No, um, all of a sudden, my head is hurting a bit. It’s making me nauseated. I’m going to straighten up and then head to bed.”
I stood and Sloan took my hand. “Don’t worry about it. Go on to bed. We will clean up.”
I swallowed against the ever-growing boulder in my throat. Goddess, his skin on mine made everything alright. “Um, are you sure?”
“Of course,” Justice answered. “Can we get you anything? We have some pain pills in the cabinet.”
For my fake headache.
“No. It’s okay. Thanks. I’m just going to shower and head to bed.”
Do both of you want to join me?
“Good night, Livvy,” they said at the same time.
Oh, I was in such deep shit, I was surprised my irises hadn’t turned brown.
I sprinted to my room and headed straight for the shower. Cold water was what I needed. As the water poured over me, I sniffed back tears. I thought taking this job would be easy. No strings. No attachments. Just taking care of a kid and pretending to be someone’s mate. And to get paid for it all and get to live in this mansion with two hunks. Sounded like a dream.
And then I had to go and fall in love with them. Totally and completely.
I dressed in my pajamas and opened the windows. The night air would clear my thoughts. That was what my mom always said. My panther wanted to roam, but this wasn’t the place. Anyway, we would just end up at the foot of Koby’s bed or, if I totally lost control of the situation, in one of our mates’ beds.
That was the last thing I needed.
I lay there, hair wet, listening to the sounds of my males. It was pointless to refute the point, so I sank into it instead. They were laughing and talking. Plates clanked and even the cabinet opened and clicked shutting as one of them got the little square pillows of soap to put in the dishwasher.
