The next day, I definitely feel like I’m on the outside looking in. The brothers aren’t telling me everything, and they either think I’m an idiot who won’t notice or they don’t care if I do. Three times today, when I enter a room where the brothers are, they stop talking when I approach. They aren
“What’s too much? You’ve barely said anything!” “Too much, Chloe.” I growled a little, mostly in frustration, not necessarily at him, but the vibrations made my ribs ache, so my noises and thoughts abruptly halted to I could cradle my chest. Steven stepped forward. “What’s wrong?” “It’s just
“Chloe… Mmm…” I blink, confused. For a while, my mind just sits there, fizzling. It takes me an embarrassingly long time to realize that he’s not in pain. Or that he’s not awake. Neil is having a sex dream about me. He’s resting on his back on the bed. The covers are up to his waist. He’s wear
Well, to hell with the rest of the day. I know what I’m doing. It’s being right here in this moment with Neil as we keep our eyes on each other. Our breaths escape us soft, yet loud in the otherwise quiet room. The only other noise is the occasional squelch of spit on Neil’s hand, or my pussy drippi
“If you are expecting me to apologize, you will be disappointed,” Neil says. “I deserve to know what’s going on,” I say, anger pulsing through me. “You don’t deserve to be buried under stress,” Neil says. He meets my anger with a cool attitude. The flames of annoyance flickering off me don’t eve
“I mean, agreed. But that doesn’t exactly explain… this.” I wave around at the massive mess Beau has made of Wyatt’s room. “Doesn’t it?” Beau lifts a brow at me. “We’re renovating anyway. It makes little difference what happens to his stuff.” “It’s just such a waste.” Though as I say it, I reali
They let him into their home. Made him their Beta. Whatever their initial reasons, he had become something like a confident. Or a friend. And then Wyatt betrayed them all. “Everyone always wants something from us,” Beau says, and though his voice doesn’t crack, I can still hear the hurt in it, m
“Mercy?!” Archer snaps. He says the word far too loudly. Mia flinches and looks up at him with bright watery eyes. He immediately tries to relax. He smiles at her to show her everything is okay. I do too. When he speaks again, the tone is much more conversational, even if the words are edgy. “Why