Page 8 of Deadlier Obsessions

None of us have been to the UK before, with the exception of Lucy, and she probably won’t be an amazing guide since she’s completely in her head about her parents. None of us guys are particularly excited about this trip, but it’s about Lucy. It’s for her. Not for us. However, Stella, now that she’s off the damn plane, is like a bottle of excitement that cannot be contained. It’s equally adorable and annoying.

“I want to fuck with the guard guys,” she blurts out excitedly, as we drive to the house we rented for our stay. There are five of us and we could make a hotel room work, but this will certainly be more comfortable.

“The Royal Guard,” Lucy giggles at Stella.

“And I want to see the Eiffel Tower!”

Lucy turns and shakes her head at her best friend. “Babe, do you realize not everything in Europe is close by? Paris is nearly seven hours away.”

Gage grumbles, “French people are assholes. I’m not going there.”

Stella throws her brochure she got from the airport at Gage, who sits on the other side of the car. “That’s not true. There is not a single country filled with nothing other than assholes.”

I lean back in my seat and throw my arm around Lucy’s shoulders, and Sebastian, who sits on my other side, elbows me. “If Stella wants to see Paris, I think we should make it happen.”

I’m not surprised, because he will do anything for either of these women, but his bond with Stella is intense. However, if Gage is truly against something, it can be difficult to change his mind. Virtually impossible, really. While he has a soft spot for Sebastian and both women, he’s still a difficult personality. An asshole.

Stella whines, “Please, Gage. Please.”

He chuckles sardonically as he shakes his head. “If you fuck Lucy, then we’ll go to Paris.”

Lucy makes an unpleasant face, like she just sucked on a lemon. “Bell-end.”

This is a topic that has been brought up numerous times over the last year ‘cause we’re men. What’s one thing nearly every man wants? To watch women fuck. We’ve done nearly everything there is to do, more than once. Both Stella and Lucy have gotten very comfortable with being naked around each other. Gage and I really expected something might naturally happen between them without any prodding, however, it hasn’t, and at this point, probably never will.

Our driver pulls up to the five-bedroom house Gage rented. Of course, we won’t use five bedrooms, we only need one, but it’s spacious and has an indoor pool, which he knew the girls would love. When I said all it does is rain in England, Lucy corrected me and told me I didn’t know what I was talking about. However, in the short time we’ve been here, all it has done is piss down rain.

We step out onto the cobblestone street, and Stella even squeals about that. “Oh, I love this!”

Gage grumbles once again at her, “I will tell you right fucking now, we are not moving to the UK. So, if that’s where you’re going, you can just stop right now.”

She turns to him, her arms crossed over her chest, rain pouring down on us all, and glares at him. “Maybe I’ll move here by myself and leave you all.”

I know for a fact she doesn’t mean it, but this is a bit of a trigger for Gage because this is his worst fear. He can handle a lot, but one of us leaving is the most terrifying thing that could happen.

He hands Sebastian the keys. “Let us in. I need some time alone with Stella.”

Should she be as afraid as she appears to be? Yeah, probably.

GAGE

Grabbing Stella by the arm, I pull her into the house, down the long hallway and into the bedroom, while everybody else takes a look at the place. I shut the door behind me and lock it, because this is between the two of us.

“Get undressed, Stella.”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “No.”

Pulling my knife from my back pocket, I hold it up, gazing at her as I run my tongue over my lip ring. Fuck, I love watching her tremble.

“Take your fucking clothes off, or I’ll do it for you.”

“Gage, please,” she whimpers, but if she thinks that sweet little sound coming from her throat will make me stop, she’s wrong. All it does is make me want to elicit a thousand more just like it.

She begins getting undressed with shaky fingers as she whines, “Why are you doing this?”

I can’t help but smile at her expression; anger mixed with fear. “Two reasons, baby. One, because I fucking can. And two, because you clearly need a reminder of who you belong to.”

Stella drops her shirt and bra to the floor, exposing those pert tits. “I thought I belonged to all three of you, so why aren’t they in here?”

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