Page 105 of Outcast

Esteban: I would have been yours from day 1

My breath lodged in my throat. Esteban had joined right when Matías started coming around. He'd been too young for me then.

I couldn't think of a response and set my phone down. Sitting my ass in my chair, I closed my eyes and ran through every single scenario of what could have happened at the restaurant.

There could have been a friendly chat, a good meal with fake smiles, or another gun fight in the street.

Shit. My eyes popped back open.

Esteban hadn't clarified if they had any holes in their body that hadn't been there before.

Amorette rose and gave me a hug. “I’m heading out. I can tell you’re going to be busy as soon as they get here.”

I gripped her arms and squeezed. “Thank you. You’re the best friend a girl like me could ask for.” I meant it.

“You mean crazy?”

I smirked. “I was going for badass.”

Laughing softly, she made her way to the front door. It closed behind her. Wait, I needed them to stay until the guys got back.

I reached for my phone but there was a knock on the door.

"It's us," Matías called, his voice muffled.

Rushing to the front of the house, I swung my door open.

There they stood, Matías' head almost hitting the doorframe, his black curls hanging over his forehead and a glint in his eyes. Esteban was beside him, slightly shorter, broader, and grinning with his dimples popped out. Only his smile seemed forced.

Both were gloriously unharmed.

"Thank God! I'm never going to be left behind–" I was going to finish with “again”, but Matías placed a large hand on my stomach and moved me back so they could step in.

Esteban’s phone rang and he sighed as he answered it.

"I've been trying to call you–" Joel griped.

"Sorry, emergency meeting. You're not invited. We'll find you afterward." Esteban hit the end button as he slammed the front door and twisted the lock. When he turned around, his face scrunched up like he was beyond fed up with Joel.

Matías caught my hips as Esteban walked around me.

"What–"

He ducked and caught my lips in a kiss. I moaned intohis mouth as his tongue swept into mine. He tasted of bitter coffee and cinnamon. An addictive cup of coffee on a lazy Sunday morning.

Esteban shifted my hair off the back of my neck and he pressed a soft kiss to my nape. His fingers lingered, sending chillbumps racing down my arms.

"We promised you a reward if you stayed here like a good girl, but you didn’t, did you?" Esteban said darkly. "Should we punish you instead?"

My brain short circuited.Hell yes.

“Mm, maybe the reward is her punishment? Do you think she can handle us both?” Matías asked Esteban.

I wanted that. Bad. This last week, it had been all I’d thought about when I allowed myself to unwind. The feel of four hands and two cocks. The two men I couldn’t get out of my head no matter how hard I fucking tried.

I hadn't ever expected it to actually happen though.

They didn't like each other. They barely tolerated each other. Even if it was more one-sided on Esteban's part.

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