Page 60 of The Heart

Maybe I should get a cat or something. I can name it Pickles.

Purrfessor Pickles.

I’m unaware that I’m staring off at nothing until Sebastian slaps me on the back,hard, nearly spilling my drink.

“You awake, Colt?” he teases and I glare at him.

“I am now,” I say, steadying my drink and taking another sip.

“Come on, let’s head to the living room,” Luke says, gripping my shoulder andactuallyspilling my beverage this time.

“Aw, Luke, you bastard!” I laugh, getting up to admire the giant spill down the front of my shirt. “You’re paying for my dry cleaning, I hope you know that.”

“Your dry cleaning? Well isn’t that fan–” he tries to say. The last part is muffled from when I throw my wet shirt straight into his face.

I’m still laughing when I turn to face Leena.

And the look on her face has me very confused.

Her eyes are wide, quickly trailing over my naked torso, then down to where my jeans are hanging way too low on my hips. It’s probably pretty obvious that I’m not wearing boxers, because they generally ride a little higher. And I generally avoid them when I can.

I study her, and the look she’s giving me is somewhere between surprise and good ol’ fashioned lust.

Has she… never seen me with my shirt off? No, I guess she hasn’t.

I grin at her until she realizes I’ve caught her staring. She panics, then looks away quickly. It’s so fucking adorable. And I wonder if her blush is because she’s embarrassed, or because she likes what she sees.

Maybe I’ll leave it off a little longer.I smirk.

“Yeah, Lu has a way of ruining shirts.” Sebastian glares at his friend. Luke grins, so does Leena.

“Do I evenwantto know what the fuck that means?” I say, brushing past Leena rather purposefully as I head into the living room after the two men.

It surprises me when Leena is the one who answers, from behind me. “When we were in the safehouse, Luke and I fucked on the porch in front of the camera so Sebastian would have to watch when he was an hour away. Then Luke decided to use the shirt I was wearing, Seb’s shirt, to clean off his dick when we were finished.”

I turn. Then I just fucking stare at her.

I’m completely in shock over the words that just came out of her mouth and all she does is fucking stare right fucking back.

Part of me wonders if this was some sort of subtle comeback to my not-so-subtle teasing a moment ago.

She likes to play.

Interesting.

And apparently, Leena is confident enough to fuck outside, and on camera.Very interesting.

“Can you give me a minute? I want to go make some popcorn before you tell me how that played out when Seb came back. And don’t skimp on the details,” I tease, but I know they won’t actually tell me. I just need to lighten the mood before all of these Leenafun factsmake my interestobviousand get me in trouble with her men.

Off. Limits.I remind myself for the twelve-hundredth time in the past several days.Off. Limits.

“They’re both lucky to be alive. And if they’d like to stay that way, they’re going to skimp on the details… entirely,” Sebastian growls out, his stern gaze eyeing them both. But he’s definitely trying not to smile.

I roll my eyes, because I know how much he likes dishing out punishments. I’m sad I missed it. Then I see Leena’s face. Apparently, she likes a good punishment too. Now I’m wondering how many otherfun factsshe has.

I suddenly want to know all of them.

What the fuck happened in that safehouse?Wheredid they fuck in that safehouse? I know they’re both fucking her, but at the same time?Does she let them fuck her ass?

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