“You should,” he mumbles against my lips. “It’s fun.”
Alex snorts a laugh. “Who knew fucking the devil would be fun?”
“Fuck you, man. You don’t need to question my skills.”
“True that. I’ve heard her moaning your name, Nikolas,” he taunts, wiggling his brows as Calli kisses my jaw and down my neck. “Never thought I’d see you let someone call you that, man.”
A growl rumbles deep in my throat when she sinks her teeth into my neck.
“It’s Calli. She can do whatever she likes,” I say, looking down at the girl in question.
“What have you done to our innocent princess?” he mutters lightly, staring at her with his puppy-dog eyes as if she’s stolen a part of his heart, too.
“Showed her the dark side, Bro. She loves it.”
“You’re bad, devil boy,” she mutters, nuzzling my neck and holding me tight. “Oh God.” Her moan rips through the air, baffling the fuck out of me for a second before I follow the length of her bare legs and find her foot in Alex’s lap and his fingers digging into the arch.
Jealousy burns through me, but the ache in my cock watching him with her and the way she holds me and kisses my neck softly as he does it is stronger.
“That feel good, Angel?”
“Hmmm,” she moans.
Alex’s eyes catch mine, a little hesitation flickering through them at whatever he first reads in mine.
“Don’t stop,” she moans.
I nod at him, and a contented hum vibrates up her throat.
Silence falls between us as we both stare at the girl in my arms.
It’s only minutes later when her breathing begins to deepen and she fully relaxes in my arms, falling into a deep sleep.
Dropping my lips to the top of her head, I press a kiss there, breathing her in while wishing that everything she said to me out on the decking was true.
But I can wish all I like. I know it’s never going to come.
Shoving that harsh reality down, I look up at Alex, who’s watching her with tired eyes.
“How did you get here?” I ask, a harshness to my tone that hasn’t been there since finding my girl attached to him in the kitchen.
“I drove,” he mutters, rolling his eyes like I’m an idiot for even asking.
“I swear to fuck, A, if you were followed then—”
“I wasn’t. Why the fuck do you think I turned up in the middle of the night? No one knows I left, and the car is stolen.”
A smirk pulls at my lips.
“What?”
“Been a while since we went out boosting, huh?” I ask, memories from our younger years flooding me.
Hopping around the city, boosting cars with your twin brother probably isn’t the kind of happy childhood memories most kids have, but they’re ours all the same.
“Yeah. It was kinda dull doing it alone.”
“Needed the Batman to your Robin?” I ask, a quiet laugh rumbling in my chest.