Page 40 of Entangled in Them

He shrugged. “I can eat.”

That mask was back on. The cold outer shell. I thought I’d managed to put a crack in it, but the time in the room with the others seemed to have reinforced the shield around his heart again.

I kept catching the men staring at me as I spooned pasta out onto plates. The conversation between them wasn’t what it had been earlier in the day. The teasing and joking had died away. Were they worried about Kodee, or had they talked about something in that room that had changed their opinion about me?

I hated causing friction between them. I’d have given anything to change it. Perhaps I should try to contact Frankie Capello and ask if there was someone else they could hand me over to? Maybe it would be the right thing to do, but the part of me that was totally selfish—the part that had never had anything for myself, not so much as a bed that belonged to me—wanted to stay here. These three men had made me feel more than I could ever remember, and it wasn’t only about being comfortable. There was tension between them, though I figured that was mostly to do with me, but I could tell they cared about each other. And I’d never been given to a man, or men, who not only hadn’t touched me, but who made me want to touch them. I felt like the predator in this situation, the one who wanted something the others were getting, and that wasn’t something I’d ever known before.

So, yeah, I was being selfish. I felt bad they’d had been put in a difficult spot, but I really, really didn’t want to have to leave.

After dinner, the men cleared up, and then went their separate ways and vanished into their rooms. With Kodee gone, I knew I wasn’t going to get a second performance of what I’d witnessed the previous night. Perhaps Dillon and Ryan would make use of the time that Kodee was away, but the atmosphere was different tonight.

With little else to do, I decided to get ready for bed myself. The men had been good enough to provide me with everything I needed to be comfortable, so I went into Kodee’s bedroom and changed into a t-shirt, and then sneaked out to the main bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I still didn’t feel comfortable using Kodee’s bathroom, seeing it as a personal space. He was good enough to give up his bed for me, and I didn’t want to take liberties.

I finished brushing my teeth, the toothbrush still in my hand, when a light knock came at the bathroom door. Without waiting for me to answer, the door opened, and Dillon stepped through.

“Hey,” I protested. “I could have been sitting on the toilet.”

He shrugged. “Do you think I would have cared?”

“No, but I might have.”

He pushed the door shut behind him, and my stomach flipped.

“What are you doing? Where’s Ryan?”

“In bed,” he said. “Probably sleeping by now.”

“So, what do you want?”

“I can’t stop thinking about why you asked about the relationships between all of us earlier. Why are you so interested?”

His gaze had darkened, and he took a step closer, closing the gap between us. I was more than aware of the fact I was only wearing panties and a t-shirt, ready for bed. My nipples tightened and crinkled at his proximity, and a little tingle of excitement rushed between my legs.

I glanced away, trying to douse the heat that sizzled between us. “I don’t know. I was curious. Maybe I was trying to figure out why none of you had used me the way Capello had intended yet.”

He cocked a bushy, dark eyebrow. “Use you? You mean try to fuck you?”

“Well, yes. Even you left me alone last night.”

“Is that not what you wanted?”

My voice came out breathy. “I’m not sure what I want.”

There was little point in trying to deny that I was attracted to them—all of them. Dillon had seen me last night, and it wasn’t as though I had tried to push him away. Of course, it wasn’t my role to push men away. I was supposed to spread my legs whenever the man who owned me told me to. But right now, my owners were these three men, and none of them—apart from Dillon grazing my panties with his fingers the previous night—had laid a hand on me.

“Would you want to watch Kodee fuck Ryan again?” he asked, eyeing me with interest.

I pressed my lips together and nodded.

“What about if I was in there, too? Would you like to see how that works? Maybe watch me on my knees, sucking off Ryan while Kodee rams his cock deep into Ryan’s ass?”

Oh, fuck. His tone had grown gravelly, and moisture pooled between my thighs at his words. He’d also taken a step closer, and I hadn’t even noticed him doing it, I’d been so focused on his mouth and the scene he was creating.

“We’ve never had a woman with us,” he continued. “It’s only ever been the three of us.”

“The other two wouldn’t want me involved.”

The corner of his lips curled. “Kodee would. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Kodee might seem like the good guy among us, but he’s got a past, and trust me, he’s into women as well.”

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