Page 29 of Five Days

Had it only been twenty-four hours since I’d met Callum? A mere day since Landon had come crashing back into my life totally unexpected—and I told myself unwanted?

He’d been nothing but his usual sweet, pink-cheeked self, constantly checking me out and keeping me on edge all day. Add in Callum’s tight ass and the way he looked at the two of us with blatant hunger…

Without knowing what the night held, I’d decided to hold off on giving my balls relief in the shower. Unfortunately, that meant I dealt with a chub of excited expectation that only thickened when the two men headed toward me, their bodies close, shoulders brushing as they walked.

An undercurrent of lust grabbed hold of me, attempting to pull me under into fuck it territory, where nothing good would come as a result.

Talk about a flimsy fucking shield to protect my vulnerabilities. I was burnt toast without the hope of sweet butter to fix the mess in my head. I would please them both, then get the fuck out of paradise where there was no threat to my heart’s safety. Where I didn’t have to rely on anyone but myself for my well-being.

We skirted any serious conversations, choosing to discuss our favorite pastimes, movies, and shows worth binge-watching. Turned out, we all loved those DIY shows, even though not a single one was any good with a hammer or crowbar.

None of us ate a heavy dinner while we chatted, and while I had my reasons, I couldn’t say for the two of them. Landon’s hands shook pretty much nonstop, possible nerves if I had to guess. Callum? He glanced between the two of us, his expression going from lust to uncertainty. I wondered if the idea of Landon and I fucking turned him on or made him nauseous, considering how badly he was in love with his best friend.

But I didn’t ask, nor did I bring up any topic of conversation that would lead to some big discussion about what we were actually doing and how fucking around while in paradise might affect their relationship.

I was ready for a good time, and it didn’t matter to me what the two of them did once home.

Lies.

Fuck, was I full of them.

Envy weaseled its way through me whenever I imagined them returning to Landon’s house I’d learned they both lived in. I once more imagined them together, walking hand-in-hand, sharing a bed, loving on each other every night from here on out. They would have what Sean and Matteo did. Drake and Preston.

Shit I wouldn’t admit out loud to craving thanks to my suspicious mind and inability to trust another soul.

Once again, I attempted conversation that didn’t center around emotions or anything too personal. The snorkeling trip hadn’t allowed for much talk, so over dinner we discussed the days ahead of us. Callum shifted a few times as though he had something on his mind beyond the events he’d suggested earlier that morning.

“What’s up with you?” Landon asked, pushing his half-empty plate aside.

“I heard from Cyn,” Callum said, his focus flitting between the two of us. “I wasn’t going to bring it up until later, but…it’s bothering me.”

I’d already finished my salad, so I sat back, fiddling with my glass of white wine on the table in front of me. Whatever Callum talked about, it had nothing to do with sex like I’d assumed.

“How bad it is?” Landon asked, his tone wary and face a little crestfallen.

Callum pursed his lips together before replying. “Very.”

“Fuck,” Landon muttered, his shoulders slouching. “Am I looking at hours or days?”

“For a normal guy, days, but I have faith in you.”

Landon grimaced. “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Callum agreed.

I eyed the two men, wondering over their cryptic conversation, a part of me hating I wasn’t in the know regardless of my determination to stay out of their lives once we left the island.

“Can it wait until we get home?” Landon asked.

“Not if we’re going to keep on schedule.”

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Landon grumbled, running his hand through his hair.

Callum reached out to clasp his hand and squeeze—exactly as I yearned to do even though I had no clue what the hell they were talking about. “Don’t worry about it tonight, okay? Let’s just enjoy our evening with Zack.”

Still frowning, Landon nodded.

“Wanna dance?” I tossed out since Landon needed a distraction, and putting him at ease would please Callum.

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