Page 35 of The Heart

Those are not toys.

I suddenly wonder what other “not toys” she lets them use on her.

My god.

“You okay, Colton?” Leena asks, no doubt noticing the crease in my forehead from the pain and torture that last thought just brought me. And my dick.

“Yup,” I state quickly, following her into our room for the night.

Ourroom. Fuck.

This is not good.I cannot be attracted to this woman. The guys clearly have something more complicated going with her, and have made it very clear they’re not sharing.

That doesn’t stop this constant fucking need to be near her. The aching in my chest whenever I’m not.

And another thing I don’t fucking understand, is that neither Sebastian nor Luke are into guys. So how is it that two straight men are sleeping, possibly nude, in the same bed every night? Kink is one thing. Crossing swords when you’re in a scene is another, butthis?

It sorta goes past roommates and best friends when you’re sharing a queen sized bed.Lots of times,as Leena so kindly pointed out.

“Cheer up, buddy.” Luke pats me on the back, picking up on my mood.

I stare at him questioningly. He’s a smart guy, there’s no way in hell he hasn’t picked up on my utter disbelief over their entire relationship, and he hasn’t done anything to enlighten me on it.

It’s kinda starting to piss me off.

They’ve never been ones to keep secrets from me, and now I feel like I’m in the fucking dark.

I just need to get through this night. Tomorrow, we’ll be back home. I will run back to The Club and go back to constantly denying that my two best friends are sharing a bed with the most beautiful woman on the planet.

Perfect. Good plan.

Then Leena takes off her jacket. It’s cold out and the fact that she never wears a bra is staring me straight in the face.

I should see if Ryan has a face mask. The tech nerd probably sleeps in one.

Or maybe I’ll just stab my eyes out.

Or sleep in the van?

So many options…

“Colton!” Sebastian says, loudly. He’s always too loud when he’s not mumbling.

“Yeah?” I ask, looking up at him.

“We’ve been in this room three minutes and you haven’t made a single sexual pass at our woman. You having a stroke or somethin’?” he asks and Luke puts the back of his hand to my forehead, checking for a fever.

“Stop that, I’m fine.” I slap it away. “You guys don’t snore, do you?” I look between them, horrified. Sebastian shoves me a little and I laugh, relieved to have escaped further questioning.

Joke’s on them though.

I definitely snore.

I set my bag down and look around our room for the evening. It’s nice, but it’s small.

Way too fucking small.

Sebastian must be thinking the same thing. “Come on, let’s go get food,” he says to me, heading straight back out the door. “Lock this when we leave.”

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