Page 32 of Regrets

“No fires. Couple of orgies though.”

Lola rolls her eyes as I take a drink from the orange juice and feel P’s eyes on me from her spot next to Colt. I meet them, my lips sliding into a smirk I can’t help.

Seeing her watch me from the doorway last night was the most erotic moment of my life. And I thought I’d seen some shit already.

I couldn’t see her well in the dim light, but I could feel how intensely she was watching me fuck Chloe.

I can’t stop seeing her eyes locked on mine as I slid inside another girl. She wasn’t repulsed. I saw how rapidly she was breathing, the rise and fall of her generous chest seared into my brain.

She was turned on.

I can’t help but wonder if my brother benefited from the little show I put on. Penelope does everything she can to look away from me, turning her body away and addressing Colt, handing him the box. “Thank you for letting me have it first.”

He tickles her side playfully and takes the box. “You can have anything of mine.”

Penelope looks slightly uncomfortable by his words as she carries her bowl to the table and sits next to Ash. She’s wearing a tank top and little shorts that she wasn’t wearing last night.

What’s that about? Trouble in paradise?

I shake it off and walk over to my brother, grabbing the box from him just as he finishes pouring it in his bowl.

Nah, can’t be. They’re the perfect fucking couple, always giggling and touching each other.

Though, I’m glad Penelope finally gave in and moved in. I know she’s safe here.

“Help yourself, Linc.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” I grab a bowl and pour myself some breakfast as we all move to the table, even Lola, who isn’t eating.

Colt and Penelope are sitting next to each other, but something seems off. She seems on edge.

Did she tell him about watching me with Chloe? No fucking way.

Does she feel guilty?

I lock eyes with her again and watch her shift uncomfortably as she clears her throat and looks down at her cereal. That could definitely be it.

Jesus, P.It’s not likewefucked.

I don’t get her. When it’s just her and me, which I admit is rare, she’s different. She doesn’t seem so pristine. I like seeing the small cracks in her. I enjoy hearing her curse and not sit up straight.

I like when she tells me to shut the fuck up or to stop being an asshole.

This porcelain puppet is boring.

“So, P, did I hear you sneaking past my bedroom door last night?” I take a bite of my cereal and look over at her casually.

When she looks up at me, there’s a glare plastered on her pretty face, one that makes me smile.

“Linc . . .” I turn to my brother at his warning.

“What? I’m just curious if it was P or if Asher is already getting some action.”

Asher just rolls his eyes and ignores me. Although he’s fourteen and has the strong silent-type thing going for him, it won’t be long before he’s getting laid.

“Drop it,” Colt says with a rare pissiness.

We made up quickly after our little fistfight the day Penelope came to our house and screamed at me. We never stay mad at each other long, but he’s definitely in a mood today.

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