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“I can,” he says smoothly. “Now you have two options. One, be a good girl and do as I say, and there won’t be any consequences for what you just tried to do. Or two, you keep being a fucking brat, and I make you suck me off until I come down your throat. And no, you won’t get to come after.”
I bite back my retort. My jaw is still sore from last night, and I have no desire to subject myself to something that’ll make it worse. “I’ll be good.”
He smirks and releases my wrist. “Don’t expect a reward.”
I huff but don’t snap at him. The problem is, Ilikethis, so it turns me on even more. I’m even worse off than when I woke up.
Wes moves onto his back and pulls me into him so my head is resting on his chest. It’s the last thing I expected from him, but he’s been gentler lately. More affectionate.
It makes me nervous—like he’s playing a similar game to the one I am. Maybe this is all an elaborate ruse the three of them are working on together. Maybe their goal is to get me to fall for them sotheycan breakmyheart.
A smug smile forms on lips. Too bad that’ll never happen.
When Wes and I head downstairs, Cal is already making breakfast. He looks exhausted—I’m not sure what time he and Kellan got in last night—but he still smiles when I step into the kitchen.
“Morning, baby.” He kisses me on the head as I lower myself into a chair at the table. A plate full of waffles and fruit appears in front of me before he whisks himself back over to the island counter.
“Morning.”
I watch Cal as he moves, efficiently cutting up fruit and pouring batter into the waffle maker. He’s not wearing a shirt, and his blond hair is damp from a shower.
God,he looks good.
“How’d it go last night?” Wes asks.
“Just fine.” It looks like Cal wants to say more, but then he glances toward me and presses his lips together pointedly.
“We didn’t run into any issues,” Kellan adds. He’s already sitting at the table, halfway through his breakfast. “Char seemed surprised, but she didn’t elaborate.”
“Typical,” Wes says on a tired sigh.
I stare at my food as I cut into my waffle, hoping they won’t go into any more detail. I already know more than enough.
Thankfully, the only thing they mention is that they currently don’t have another job until this weekend. Without going into it, they all agree that Wes and Kellan can handle it, and Cal can stay home.
I wonder if it’s because he looks so tired.
Every time they have to work, two of them head out, and the third stays behind. They kind of rotate through who goes, but it’s not always even. The first week I moved in, Wes was gone as much as he could be. This past week, Cal has been taking more jobs.
I don’t think it’s because he wants to. He always looks sad when he realizes he has to go out on a night I’m supposed to be sleeping with him. But I wonder what the other factors are that cause them from dividing the work more evenly.
Just as I’m finishing up my food, the doorbell rings. Wes gets the door, and a familiar voice drifts down the hallway.
I drop my fork and jump up from my chair. “Haven?”
“Athelia!”
I’m halfway down the hallway before I even realize I’m moving. Haven pushes past Wes and throws her arms around me.
“You dyed your hair,” she exclaims with delight. “Oh my god, it looks sogood.”
“Thanks.” I pull away but don’t let go of her. “God, I’ve missed you. So much has happened.”
“Um, yeah, I’d say.” She glances over her shoulder at Wes. “You told me you moved, but not that you’d moved in withhim.”
“All three of us, actually,” Cal calls from the kitchen.
Something like relief flickers over Haven’s face, but it’s quickly replaced with concern. “Are you okay?”
