Page 233 of Chaos Kills

“You gotta pull on his hair,” Levi announces suddenly to the room, receiving Reeve’s immediate attention as he whips his head over to find us in the doorway. “They like that shit.”

Reeve’s lips curl into a smug smirk, not focusing on me but my best friend from behind. “Speaking from experience,Wallace? Because I’ve been tryin’ to turn you for a few years now.”

Don’t smile.

Don’t smile.

Don’t smile.

Levi’s arm slithers around my front, gripping my waist and gently pulling me flush into his chest.

My stomach flips, warning me of the side effects of how this could get out of control with Reeve’s alter-ego.

“I got my hands full right now…but thanks. We’ll find another room.”

Reeve steps away from his fuck buddy, his hard dick standing proudly upright as he ambles toward us. Those mellowed features are there but void of the warmth they used to hold. “No need. I have plenty of space right here.”

“I don’t want to put you out,” my best friend retorts. “I’m going to have this one for a while.”

I see a tick in Reeve’s jaw before it quickly disappears into nothing. “I like to watch.”

Yeah, we’re not doing this.

However, Levi’s other hand grips underneath my jaw and possesses my head at any given time. “Just don’t spend too much time staring at my dick, Stanton.”

“I’ve only dreamt about it for years, Wallace. The big King of South Shore. Having you bent over and moaning for me.”

The pads of Levi’s fingers flinch a bit, alluding that he’s veering toward the line of pissed off more than turned on.

Shocker.

“You’re gonna be waiting a long time,” Levi divulges evenly before an unhurried brush of his thumb descends dotingly down my cheek. “I’m a little enamored by this one here.”

“Easy to do,” Reeve answers promptly. “But don’t get your head in the clouds. She’ll turn on you the second she has what she wants.”

“And what was it that I got from you?” I clip out, already having enough of him ignoring me like I’m some worthless object in the room.

“My dick.” His pretty hazels find me and hold me captive, but there’s no hidden meaning behind them. No aimless words or silly remarks that make my chest warm. “And I’d say it was probably the best you’ve ever had. However, I’m not lowballing Wallace just yet. I can only imagine how impressive he is.”

“You wouldn’t be wrong,” I deadpan, feeding into the lie that Levi and I have been together intimately.

“Do me a solid and answer me one question, McQueen,” Reeve coaxes, erasing some more space between us. “Were you always with him, or is this new?”

What answer would piss him off more?

Yeah, but what are we going to do? Literally drag him out of the house while causing a scene?

“New,” I impart impassively, holding his unyielding gaze and ignoring how empty my chest feels. “I needed to replace you somehow.”

His nostrils expand before an edged chuckle rumbles off his chest as he rocks his head back and forth. “You played it like that, huh?”

I want to die right now.

I would happily spend my whole life obsessing over ways to find Reeve’s forgiveness. I’d do anything he ever asked me to do, be anything he needed me to be, and still never tire of how much I would appreciate him being in my life.

How I still ache for him to be in my existence.

There will never be anyone like Reeve Stanton. No one will ever comfort me in the way only he could. And while my bestfriend hasn’t done an awful job in that scenario many times beforehand, Reeve just has a way with me. His comfort is undeniably everything to my wrecked emotions, and I love his carefree, open attitude.

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