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“I don’t know what to tell you, Augustus. Because deep down, I hope you fuck it up so I’ll have less competition.”
“Fuck. You could have at least lied to me,” he said with a frown.
“You’re not my king anymore. I don’t have to lie.”
He smiled. “I guess it levels the playing field a bit, huh?”
“Now Atticus has the leg up. Are you sure you don’t want to have a threesome? I think we could really rock her world.” I shoved him, but I was smiling.
“Shadow, I’m worried,” he admitted. “What if Christine gets overwhelmed with all of this? What if she decides she doesn’t want any of us?”
“She wouldn’t,” I replied, even though I wasn’t entirely sure. “Why do you keep calling me shadow?”
Augustus preened. “You’ve always been my shadow. Following me. Watching me. Protecting me. Not to mention, you’ve got a bit of a voyeur thing going on lately. Lingering on the sidelines. I feel like the nickname fits.”
I gritted my teeth. “You’re pissing me off.”
He was about to say something else, but Christine emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She sat down on the bed next to me and put her hand on my thigh. She smelled like vanilla and something tropical. Her hair was wet and hung in ringlets down her back. Droplets of water clung to her neck and trailed down her shoulder. The sight of her made my stomach flip. There was something sexy about how she held herself. She moved with the confidence of a queen, but there was also the hint of a girl who was learning something different about herself every day.
“What are the two of you talking about?” she asked. Christine was still self-conscious around me and Augustus, and it was entirely my fault. But she’d gotten used to Atticus. Maybe acceptance was working in his favor.
“Leo is going to stay in here with us. So he can keep an eye on you,” Augustus informed her, the corner of his mouth ticked up. Asshole.
Christine looked at him, then at me and then back at him. She was trying to process how to react, but I didn’t give her a choice. I grabbed her in a hug and started kissing her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed. The skin on her neck and shoulders was soft to the touch, warm, alive. Goose bumps spread along my body as my hand traced down her neck and shoulder to her collarbone. The towel slipped and I felt the soft skin of her breasts.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m working on it.”
“We’re all working on it,” Augustus added. I’d almost forgotten he was there.
“Okay,” Christine replied, her eyes misty.
I eased her into the middle of the bed—because fuck if I wanted to wake up to Augustus Jr. poking me in the back. And I took off my shirt and got in beside her.
“We’re totally having a threesome one of these days. I’m going to be better than Atticus, Leo,” Augustus said. He took off his clothes and climbed into bed with us. He wrapped his arms around Christine and, with the edges of his fingers, tickled my arm.
“Hands to yourself, Augustus,” I hissed.
“I’m totally asking Atty Daddy how he got you to do a threesome. I’ve never given a blow job, but I bet I’m great at it.”
Christine busted out laughing.
“No.”
“But—”
“Stop, Augustus. Go to sleep.”
I lay in bed for a while thinking about everything. Navigating my feelings for Christine was difficult. At first, I never thought I’d be good enough. Now, I was jealous as fuck of the other men in her life. When I overcame one hurdle, I was met with another. It was killing me.
I just had to step up. I had to get out of my own head.
I just didn’t know how.
Chapter Eleven
CHRISTINE
My eyes flickered open and a familiar warmth enveloped me. August’s arm was draped over my waist, a heavy hand between my thighs. Atticus’s voice broke the stillness, and my gaze shifted to him. His smile was soft in the darkness, yet something else lingered behind his expression that made me squirm.
