Page 8 of Storm

“Oh, he told us,” Tatum breathes out huskily.

Kevin is pinching his nose in frustration. “Jesus, you guys are assholes. Yes, Miriam, I did let them know. Figured it was an important piece of information.” Grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge, he holds it up to her, asking for approval. When shenods, he speaks while opening it. “As far aswho, I think that should be up to you.”

“Not me,” Ezra grunts out. He completely misses the flash of hurt on her face.

We all know why he shouldn’t do it, butshedoesn’t. Glaring at him, she hisses, “Que te jodan.”

The idiot is still grinning as he stands up and grabs a wineglass from the cabinet to set in front of her. Coming to my side, he whispers, “She told me to get fucked.”

Kevin pours a glass and is apologizing,again, for our lack of manners when I whisper back, “You speak Spanish?” He hums a yes and shoves his hands in his pockets. “You’re not going to tell her?” I ask, still keeping my voice low. He only grins, then goes back to watching her.

“Ezra is…” Kevin trails off, debating how to explain why she shouldn’t pick him. “Ezra can be a bit more wild. I guess that’s the best way to explain, and he knows it too. He didn’t mean any offense. But the choice is yours.”

The way she starts giggling is another surprise. I’m not sure if it’s true laughter, or if she’s turning hysterical. To Kevin, she apologizes. “Sorry. It’s sort of a silly choice to make, isn’t it? Who would you pick?”

My eyes immediately go to Tatum, then Kevin. Not that I wouldn’t want to, but she and I had a rocky start. Both of them would take care to make sure she was comfortable.

“I’m going to go get the rest of the stuff from the car,” Ezra mumbles, then turns and walks out of the room.

Miriam watches him leave, then asks, “Does he not want me here? You asked me if I was okay with everyone, but you all have the same choice.”

“I guarantee he wants to be here. Ezra isn’t around people a lot, so his social skills aren’t always up to par,” Tatum explains. He’s not wrong, either. It took me a bit of time to get used to theway he interacts with people. Ezra can be off-putting until you experience him in his environment.

We all drop our eyes to her mouth when she chews on her lip nervously. Miriam sucks in a breath when she sees us. “Jesus, you all are like vultures.” Throwing back her almost full glass of wine, she sets it down on the counter. “Can we stop making this so goddamn awkward? Do wereallyneed to discuss any of this? Let’s just, I don’t know… go with the flow or something.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Tatum growls out, then takes the few steps toward her to pick her up by her waist and drop her on the counter. Grabbing her knees, he shoves her legs apart and steps between them. He pulls her hips forward until he’s pressed against her center.

The beautiful gasp that escapes her has my cock twitching. I glance at Kevin, only to see him watching beneath lowered brows. He’s zoned in, and I know every worry and long hour he’s worked over the past few months is fading away. Out of all of us, he’s the one I worry about the most. His job has been wearing him down, especially since he was promoted to captain. The job comes with more than just running a police station. Now he has to deal with the politics behind the scene as he tries to run the show.

“Tell me, Miriam?—”

“My friends call me Miri.” Her words fumble out as she stares at him with wide eyes.

Tatum’s smile grows as he nods. “Miri. How much experiencedoyou have?”

Her eyes flick over to me, but he grabs hold of her hair at the back of her head to gain her attention, focusing her back on him. “I’ve kissed boys before.” Kevin raises a brow in surprise, but he doesn’t comment. Her confession doesn’t shock me, though. Something in my gut tells me she hasn’t done much.

“Anything else?” he asks her, leaning in closer, his mouth only inches from hers.

Her lower lip trembles, not because she’s upset, but because she’s excited and nervous. I take a step forward to hear when she whispers, “I gave a guy a hand job one time in high school.”

He hums in thought, then asks, “And he didn’t return the favor?”

She shakes her head slowly.Fucking high school boys.

“Wonderful,” he says, then drops his mouth against hers, tugging on her hair to tip her head back so he can dive his tongue inside.

When I hear the front door open, I drag my eyes away from watching Tatum kiss the fuck out of Miriam. Ezra is walking inside, carrying a few bags, stomping his feet on the floor mat. Over his shoulder, I see that snow is starting to fall outside. That may put a damper on Ezra’s preferred method of fucking, but we can deal with that later.

A soft moan draws me back to the scene on the kitchen island.

“Why is there a massive bag of tinsel in the…” Ezra asks, then trails off when he sees what both Kevin and I are watching. “Oh. Hell. Yes.”

His voice pulls her attention from Tatum, but Tatum stops her. “Eyes on me, baby,” he murmurs, before diving back in.

Ezra drops the bags on the floor and stands next to me once more. “I leave for five minutes,” he complains softly, then grips himself through his jeans to adjust his cock. He’s never been one to hide when he’s turned on. None of us are now, actually. Not since we’ve gotten used to this arrangement over the years.

It took some time before we figured out what works best for us. It’s not like we were all sitting together and just decided one night to get a girl for all of us to fuck. There was one woman I spent time with, and she met Kevin at an event in town we wereboth attending. There were a lot of drinks that night, and the three of us ended up going back to my place for the evening.

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