He didn’t follow her as she passed him. She was thankful for the space he allowed her.
Simone made her way down the hall. She opened one door and found a bedroom. When she opened the next door she found a supply closet. On the last door, she found the bathroom. She locked the door, resting against the wall trying to catch her breath.
Licking her lips with the need to do something, Simone stepped near the sink. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips were swollen even though he hadn’t touched her lips. Lifting a mass of her hair up off her neck, she saw the marks he’d left behind. The flesh was red with a few specks of purple dotting through. She knew the mark would be on her neck for a couple of days, maybe as long as a week.
She sighed, staring into her own eyes wondering what was wrong with her.
****
Callum followed Cole out into the kitchen. The food had yet to arrive, and he wanted some strong coffee to try to ease his aching cock. She’d been rubbing against his shaft, her own needs calling to him. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
“You want her,” he said to Cole.
His friend gave him a funny look then went back to the paper he’d been reading. Callum waited for the coffee to percolate while he stared at his long time friend.
“I’m merely helping a friend,” Cole said.
Callum snorted. Cole didn’t help people. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at her. She responds to you as well, Cole. The kiss back in her apartment was a little restrained for your tastes.”
“Why are you trying to get me to share your woman, huh? Why can’t you just drop it?” Cole asked.
The anger rose inside Cole, and Callum didn’t understand what had happened to make his friend stop sharing a woman. Some of their best times had been driving a woman wild with need.
“Because this is who we are. You shouldn’t deny yourself, Cole.”
“So, I should share your woman. Fuck her out of my system until you tire of her? I love you like a brother, Callum, but I’m not fucking another woman for you to grow bored of her.” Cole picked up his paper and began reading.
He was about to argue when Simone came around the corner. “Coffee smells good,” she said.
“Find the bathroom okay?”
“Better than okay.” She took the seat next to Cole. He was doing the crossword puzzle. Callum watched the two of them together. Didn’t Cole see how he leaned a little closer to her? His hand moved behind her chair, his thumb touching her arm. The action could be mistaken by anyone else, but Callum knew it was affection. In the short period of time that they’d known Simone, she’d gotten under their skin. He felt it. The burning need. The consuming fire to claim her sent warning signals through his mind. No woman owned him. He owned them. He got what he wanted then moved on. Simone was making it very difficult for him to move on. He didn’t like it. She was their woman, and he wouldn’t be denied for much longer.
Their woman.
Callum shook his head. The doorbell rang distracting him from his thoughts. Cole was adamant he wasn’t sharing Simone. Callum paid for the Chinese with cash. The Oriental scents filled the air, making his tummy growl. He’d not eaten since that morning, and he was ravenous.
Simone was leaning on the edge of Cole’s seat when he walked in. She was pointing to words and giving suggestions. Cole was stroking a strand of hair as she leaned in close.
“Food is here,” he said.
Both of them moved at the same time getting closer to the smells. Simone took the chop sticks and the carton of noodles.
“Never come between a woman and her food,” she said, sitting at the counter then began to dive in.
His cock thickened while he watched those noodles disappear into her mouth. She looked so fucking hot. How many women would have refused to eat the food he’d provided? Cole was the same. He saw his friend admiring the woman before them. Didn’t he realise she was perfect for them?
Callum knew that Cole had seen the sharing as a bit of fun whereas he had seen more in it. He wanted to know his friend was safe and happy. The connection they got from being with a woman together was much better than any of their solo performances.
“How is this going to work?” she asked.
“You’ll get picked up from your apartment then brought here for a day’s work. In the meantime any social function or party I need to attend, you’ll come with me as my date,” Callum said.
“Let me guess, I have to pretend to be completely besotted with you?” She rolled her eyes as she gazed up at him.
“That will help.” Callum smiled wondering what it would be like to have her blue as ice gaze staring up at him with love. He’d seen the lust, the fire, and the anger. He wanted to see the love.