Nat?" he said softly, hoping to prod her into leaving so they could untangle and clean up and he could put some clothes on and … Fuck.
"It's Lonnie, Nathan. He's gone. I … he wouldn't have just … he would have called me. He isn't answering his phone. I need … Oh, God, what if they took him? What if they took Lonnie?"
"Who the fuck is Lonnie?" Quinn mumbled from below him. He was alive at least.
"The plant foreman," Nathan answered.
"Her lover," Drew said softly so that only Nathan and maybe Quinn could hear.
Nathan winced. "Jesus, does everyone have secrets around here?"
"You're fucking two men and you have the fucking nerve to say that?" Natalie lost her deer-in-headlights catatonia.
"For fucksake, Natalie, go wait in the goddamned kitchen!" Nathan shouted back at her. It was bad enough that he was trapped and impaled with her looking. He didn't need her fucking censure.
She jumped, clearly startled, and with a very un-Nat-like yip, she fled the room.
"Get the fuck off me, Walker," Nathan said. This was over. He didn't want or need to cuddle. He just wanted to forget this happened.
"Touchy," Drew said, and slapped Nathan's ass because he was out of his damned mind. "God, I'm going to feel that for days."
Quinn looked up at him as Nathan pulled himself off Quinn, easing Quinn's still semi-hard cock from his body. "How can you still be aroused?" he whispered as he moved to unlock one of the cuffs that held his … held Quinn to the bed. He was the only one still mostly dressed. The only one not sitting there with his junk showing when Nat walked in … because it was in Nathan's ass. "Do I even know you?" he said one more time.
"Obviously not," Quinn replied before lowering his arms slowly. "Fuck, that hurts. Next time we'll fucking cuff you to the bed. See how you like it." He paled quickly as his words sank in. He just closed his eyes and rubbed his wrists. "I forgot," he said softly.
Maybe that's what Nathan wanted. He wanted to forget, but no one would let him. Not one damned person would let him forget. And that still pissed him off. He leaned over Quinn, almost like he was going to kiss him. "I fucked him. Brody Harper. I fucked him that night. In your Jeep. I made goddamned love to him in the backseat just like we did that summer. And I liked it. I liked everything he did to me … until he lost his damned mind and started carving me up like a Christmas ham. I liked it, Quinn." He didn't know why he did it. Maybe he just wanted to finally put an end to it all.
Quinn blinked at him. His face carefully blank. He didn't nod or yell or even punch him in the face. He just took the news as if it was nothing. As if it didn't matter. As if Nathan didn't matter.
"Natalie is pregnant," Quinn said instead, finally meeting Nathan's gaze. He'd closed down. There was no emotion in his eyes. "You should probably go find her baby daddy before someone carves shit into him and cuts his fingers off. I'm sure he'll probably enjoy that less than you would."
He pushed Nathan off him and struggled out of the bed, stripping his clothes as he went and leaving them lying on the floor.
"You deserved that," Drew said from the mirror over the dresser as he worked to remove the piercings from his face. Nathan should probably take the one out of his mouth. If he did, he'd never put it back in. He was tired of the pain every time it went back in. He was just tired of all the pain.
Drew turned to face him, the uptight FBI agent once again staring out of his face. Strange how everyone around him wore so many different masks. "I'll be downstairs if you need me."
Nathan looked around at the mess in his room. Used condoms that never made it to the trash, on the floor. His clothes. The pillows they'd thrown off the bed. The sheets had come free, the bottom sheet only covered half the bed. He heard Quinn in the bathroom. He needed to get in there, but he couldn't bring himself to go past his … past Quinn.
He'd fucked another man … and been fucked by him while Quinn watched.
What the fuck had he done?
"The bathroom is free," Quinn said from his closet. He wouldn't look at Nathan. "It'll hurt for a while. It's been a long time since I've taken two. If you … maybe sit for a couple of minutes in case … you know." He shrugged as if it didn't matter that they'd brought another man into their house. Into the house they were raising his daughter in. Her room was just down the hallway.