“Dominic? You look terrible, what’s going on?”
“Didn’t sleep.” He steps inside as if I’ve invited him in. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Dangerous pastime,” I drawl, but he doesn’t laugh. “Do you want some water or something?”
“Beer.”
“It’s not even ten in the morning, Dom!”
“Beer,” he says again, and I shrug, grabbing us each one.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I always say.
He chugs about half of it before looking down at me seriously.
“Olivia wants us all.”
I nearly choke on my first sip of beer. “Well, that much is clear.”
“It’s what she wants, right? So, we should... we should give it to her.”
“You’re talking crazy, Dom. What is going on?”
“I just want to make her happy.” There’s something manic behind his eyes that I don’t like one bit. It’s unhinged.
“Wearemaking her happy.” I’m not sure if what I’m saying is comforting, but I doubt this was his first beer of the morning, and he’s clearly going through something.
“We could do it together. Pleasure her together.”
I freeze, a shock running down my spine. “You want to do it together? Again?”
“She loved it, Bash. You remember what she looked like. Mouth parted, pussy soaked.”
I clear my throat as heat settles in my lower abdomen. “Stop.”
“You know I’m right. I’ve known her for a long time, and I’ve never seen her so blissed out.”
“And you think that’s what she needs to be happy?”
“She’s been crazy with all the hormones. She needs a release.”
I stare at him. “And you came to me with this? Why not musclehead?”
He scoffs. “Damien? He’s as jealous as I am. It’s not like he’s going to willingly share.”
“And you think I will?”
“Of course, you will. You don’t love her.”
That’s where you’re wrong, pal.
But if I tell him that truth, I’ll never get Olivia to that blissed out place he’s talking about. And it’s certainly a sight to see.
“I’ll do it.”
Dominic grins, and again, there’s something almost eerie about it.
“Then let’s call her.”