Page 185 of The Substitute
“We might be tracking you.”
“You fucking AirTagged me?”
“It was Tobi’s idea, but yes, we did.” He risks a glance. “He remembered the team AirTagged Teddy and, well…”
“I’m not even the suicidal one in this fucking relationship!” I cannot believe those two. Where the fuck did they even put it? He starts to say something, but I cut him off. “Actively or passively,” I say before he can claim he’s not.
“We both have anxiety,” he says, like it’s somehow excuses it.
“You didn’t think to ask me to like turn on my location?” I ask, not really annoyed. They can know where I am whenever they want.
“Sometimes you’re stubborn when we ask you to do things that are super, super reasonable.” Ambrose shrugs, clearly not at all remorseful.
“It is reasonable, especially because I could be anywhere next year. I get why you’d both want to know where I am, and since I wasn’t exactly honest with Tobi about the hockey stuff, I know I have a lot of trust to rebuild, so I get it, but just fucking ask me. I don’t want to feel like you guys can’t talk to me, or you don’t trust me.”
Ambrose’s brows pull, and he looks at his feet. “Okay, that’s fair. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” I shove my hands in my pockets, realizing for the first time they are freezing.
He lets me walk up the stairs to the brownstone first and I dig my keys out, but my hands are too cold to get them to work right. He comes up behind me and steadies my hand with his, guiding the key. It’s such a minor thing, but so intimate. I glance over my shoulder at him and I ache with need.
“I’m taking care of you tonight,” he puts his hand on my lower back, guiding me inside. “Don’t even try to object,” he says before I can speak.
“I’m not good at this,” I say while he gets the door closed and puts my keys in the bowl.
“I can fucking tell.” He slips his warm hands under my shirt, pushing it up. “You’re so cold. Let’s get you in the shower.”
“Should we wait for Tobi?” I lift my arms over my head, letting him take my shirt off.
He tosses it on the floor, mouth finding my neck. “He can join when he gets here.”
I tilt my head back, letting him do whatever he wants. He uses my rare passiveness to his advantage and drags me into my ensuite, stripping me as we go. He turns on the shower taking the opportunity to eye fuck me. I’m already hard, but I’ve had a halfy since he kissed me in the alley.
“Get in. You need to warm up.” He tugs his shirt off.
“Make me.” I squeeze the base of my dick.
He does, roughly, and I love it. But he’s back to caring as soon as we are under the spray, wrapping his arms around me to kiss me, while completely ignoring my cock.
I rock it against his hip while our tongues meet. We slide together slick with the water, cocks finally sliding together. I groan into his mouth.
“You started without me!” Tobi gasps from the doorway.
I laugh, not breaking apart from Ambrose. “You AirTagged me.”
“You told him!” Tobi sounds betrayed but he pulls open the door and is already naked.
“You got naked fast.” I give him a side-glance while wrapping an arm around him to draw him into us.
“I may have been watching for a few minutes,” Tobi says sheepishly.
“Like the show?” Ambrose asks, pulling Tobi between us.
Tobi grins, lifting up on his toes to kiss me while answering. “Yes. Very much.”
Ambrose presses in tight, rubbing his cock between Tobi’s cheeks. “I have an idea.”
“Hmmm?” I say between kissing Tobi.
