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“Except for you and Tobias, right?” I say with an eye roll.
He puts my phone aside and pulls me into his lap. “What’s gotten into you, love? You’re not usually such a brat.”
I lay my head on his shoulder, grateful that he’s asking questions and showing concern instead of being cross with me.
“I’m not sure. Maybe I’m still reeling from the kidnapping and seeing that guy get his brains blown out.”
“And you’re about to start your period. It just dawned on me.”
My face flames at the thought of Tobias hearing him talk about my cycle that way. Owen has always kept track of it, and it’s never seemed weird. Now it suddenly does, and I turn so I can hide my face in his neck.
Tobias joins us and puts a hand on my back. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m glad Owen knows these things about you. It’s going to help me learn them faster.”
Sitting up, I give him a shy smile, willing my face to cool down. “Sorry if I made things complicated by calling my mother.”
He reaches for my hand and squeezes. “It’s not the end of the world. Your safety is the thing we care about the most, vixen. Can you tell us anything else about the call? Even things that you don’t think are important might help.”
I close my eyes and play the conversation over in my head. “She sounded stressed, maybe more than usual. And from the sounds of it, my father is shutting her out even more than usual. He wouldn’t let her reach out to me and insisted it was for my safety. They packed up and left your family’s house the day of the attack and said it feels like they are treating her and Dad like the enemy. Other than asking me where I am, that’s it. Oh. She said my father is on the phone yelling a lot more than usual.”
Tobias whistles. “Didn’t think it was possible for him to yell more than usual. I’ve heard that man yell on the phone basically any time I’ve been in the same room with him.”
I laugh. “Yeah. He’s definitely gifted at dressing people down over the phone and in person.”
“Why do you think they’re still in London?” Owen asks both of us.
I can’t begin to guess what their motives are, so I stay quiet and look at Tobias, but he seems as perplexed as I am.
“I promised my father a call this evening. We’ll talk about it, and I’ll ask him some questions that hopefully won’t raise suspicion,” Tobias says.
Owen straightens. “We need to make sure it’s a secure call. I don’t trust anything because we’re still not sure how Lorenzo got his information.”
The two men exchange a glance, before Tobias looks at me with a heated gaze that says our conversation is moving on. “Did you get enough rest?” He asks, one hand resting on my knee.
He’s barely touched me, and my pulse picks up speed as I give him a shy smile. “Yeah, it was a good nap. I picked out a dress. It’s on my bed.”
His hand slides up my thigh, in an agonizingly slow movement. “Good girl.”
At the same time, Owen’s hands drift to my waist, and he lifts the hem of my tank top. “Arms up, love.”
I willingly lift my arms above my head so he can peel my shirt off. This is way better than a serious conversation.
Tobias leans in once I’m topless and captures a nipple in his mouth. I gasp and squirm on Owen’s lap when he bites down.
Without raising his head, he reaches for the elastic waist of my yoga pants, and I instinctively lift my hips so he can pull them off of me. Only when he has to move back in order to get them all the way down, does he let go of my sensitive nipple.
Now I’m naked in Owen’s lap, and he shifts on the couch, pulling my thighs apart so Tobias can see everything.
“Now there’s a pretty picture, even with Owen’s ugly mug in it,” Tobias teases as he sits back on the coffee table to take in the entire scene.
I frown at Tobias and lean back to kiss Owen’s jaw. “You’re not ugly, Sir.”
He grins and lets a hand wander up my body until it comes to rest on my exposed throat. “Compared to you in my lap on display like this, I’m hideous.”
I giggle until he puts pressure on my throat, the perfect amount, then cups my pussy with his other hand and slips one finger easily inside me.
“So wet. Are you horny, love?”
I bite my lip and nod as much as his hand at my throat will allow. “Yes, Sir.”
