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Archer makes a dive first, quickly snatching them up, unfolding, and scanning through before passing them off to me. Our eyes meet, and I can tell from the look on his face, he’s semi-afraid of what I’ll do when I read them. He steeples his fingers together, waiting for me to check them out. I read through them, once quickly, then more slowly as I take a second look.
Leave. You don’t belong here.
pussies = problems
Now, leave before we fuck you over even worse.
Bitch, get the fuck out before we make you
hurt so bad you’ll regret ever setting
foot in this house.
It’s swift and vicious, the rage that builds up like a storm whipping around inside my chest. I’m practically vibrating with the need to discover who sent these and pummel them until their faces are unrecognizable. I want their blood dripping from my busted-up knuckles. I want to hear them whimper and groan in pain because this is unacceptable. I would do anything to keep Elliot protected. No one touches her but us.
Each and every breath gusts harshly past my lips, and I scrub my hands through my hair as I fight for control. I glance at Archer out of the corner of my eye and find his expression as hard as mine.
His eyes flick to Kingston’s. “How do you propose we figure out who the culprit is?”
Kingston chuckles darkly. “We don’t have any real way of knowing. And that pisses me off. They were slipped under her door at various times of day.” He presses his lips together. “So, someone was upstairs when there’s no reason for anyone but us to be there. I installed the new dead bolt on her door, so at least there’s that.”
“What if I install more cameras?” Archer glances at me, then back to Kingston. “Like in the hallway up there? Maybe elsewhere. I can think on it.”
I nod. I don’t give a shit if he wants them in every room. This is ridiculous.
With a press of his lips, Kingston also nods. “Okay, agreed. Map out where you think we need some.”
“I’ll do that and get them ordered.” And just like that, Archer’s swiftly shifted into techie mode, pulling up the website he orders all his fancy computer shit from. I nudge him so he’ll look at me, and when he looks up from his phone, I raise my brows and give him a long, steady stare. He blows out a hard breath. “Yeah. Eyes on her at all times. Cameras and otherwise.”
“You’d better fucking believe it.” Kingston growls, then rubs his hands over his face. “Speaking of, one of us should go up now.”
“Hey, before we end this conversation”—Archer hesitates, biting down on his lip—“can we bring up the elephant in the room?”
Elephant?I give him a questioning look. It’s when both Kingston and Archer’s gazes are trained specifically on me that it hits me upside the head. They’re talking about me. My brows pinch together sharply.
Archer carefully places a hand on my back, peering at me with laser focus. “You’ve spoken more lately than you have in a long time, man.”
Have I?I scowl, thinking back. I guess I have. I throw my hands up in aWhat the fuck does that meanmanner. Because really… what the fuck does it matter?
Kingston exhales harshly, grabbing my attention. “It keeps happening when you come to Elliot’s defense. There’s something about her…” His jaw twitches as he studies me, and I stare right back.
Yeah, there’s something about her. But what? I don’t fucking know. All I do know is the longer she stays here, the more attached I get. The more I want to fuck her and see if she can tame the savage beast roaring inside me. The more she feels like mine.Ours.
Last night was… kinda crazy, the three of us in the shower, getting off like that. It was so fucking hot I couldn’t hold back. I never thought I’d be okay with another dude seeing my come face up close. ButJesus.There’d been no stopping us… and I hadn’t really cared to. It’d been too good.
We really had begun with the intention of helping, because we were worried about Elliot. But then she specifically said she neededbothof us. Things spun out of control real quick, then bodies were soapy and slick, and everything felt so good, we had to do a second round of cleanup before we were finished. I clear my throat and shift a bit, stealthily adjusting my pants to give my semi a little room. Because yeah. I’m now growing hard in the middle of this conversation… and Elliot isn’t even here.Fuck me. What is she doing to me?
“Cannon?” Kingston’s voice barrels in, interrupting my runaway thoughts.
I flick my gaze toward him, but I’m not ready to explore why I feel the need to protect her like I do. My lips twist into a smirk before tapping out a brief couple of texts to our group chat that are in a language these two will understand.
I don’t fucking know.
Maybe I’ll think more clearly
once I’ve stuck my dick in her.
I wait a beat for them to read, then wriggle my brows before shooting one more message to them.
