Page 84 of Gluttony

“I was almost nine.” He turns as he answers, lighting the stove and taking out the pots and pans.

“That sounds amazing. I bet you were excited.” Orion splashes a few drops of water in the pan and when they sizzle, he drops the thick, round pieces of meat.

“I was so pissed at them. I had to give up my hockey team, my friends, my school. The night before we left, I tried to run away.” My mind conjures up images of Orion as a nine-year-old boy, being stubborn and feeling scared about his entire world beingupended. My heart breaks for him but also, I’m like a reader who already knows the ending of the story.

“Must’ve been relieved when you met the twins then, right?”

“Ha! He hated us at first. Called us the Terror Twins.” I gasp when Hayes boxes me in against the counter, forcing me to sit on the stool. “In fact, I think I want to do terrible things to you while we’re here.” I lean my head to the side to allow him better access.

“I’m all yours.”

“Hmm, famous last words, Sweetheart.”

Chapter Thirty

Orion

“The New York City Police Department is on high alert again in the lead up to April, next week. All high-profile residents and visitors have been advised to put extra security measures in place for fear The Vult—”

“Turn that shit off, Ry.” Hayes doesn’t wait for me to turn off the TV because he’s an impatient fucker. He does it himself by pushing the button on the side of the screen before pouring himself a fresh coffee.

The open plan kitchen/living space is all decked out in a rich wood, giving the place a warm and cozy feel. It’s our home away from home when we want a break from the hustle and bustle of city life. After what happened with the Reapers, I suggested to the guys that we bring Bowie here, where the real world doesn’t matter and we can get to know her without the pretenses from before.

Hayes is still under the impression that she deserved it for her lies, and while I see where he’s coming from, I don’t have to agree.

“What’s for brekkie? Smells fucking delicious.” Hadley bursts through the double doors that lead out to the back of the property, making his first stop at the kettle he insisted we needed in every home we own. “It’s freshly boiled! Which one of you handsome bastards thought of lil ol’ me?” He sets about making himself a cup of tea, popping a teabag in a clean mug before pouring the boiling water over the top.

“That’d be Orion because it certainly wasn’t me.” He pretends he doesn’t care, but we all know he cares the most, for all of us. He’s currently pouring an extra cup of coffee for our woman.

It hasn’t sunk in yet, that we’re really doing this…with her. It feels surreal that she seems to be okay with all three of us wanting a claim on her, sharing her, and there’s a part of me that is waiting for the other shoe to drop. Hayes was suspicious as fuck when she first came on the scene, but now that he’s discovered her secrets and given her adequate punishment for the lies, he’s suddenly a lot more relaxed. He’s having fun.

And me…now I’m the wary one.

We know her secrets, but she doesn’t know ours.

There will inevitably come a time when she finds out, and I can’t predict how she’s going to react. We’re not lying or using her in any way, so it’s a completely different situation, but she may not look at us with those lust-filled eyes in quite the same way, if at all.

The pan in my hand almost goes flying when I’m squeezed from behind by an overly energetic Hadley. “I knew you loved me.” He lets me go and ruffles my hair, which doesn’t make a difference because I haven’t styled it since my shower this morning. “Where’s the syrup? Ooh, or cream? Do we have cream?”

Hayes is now sitting at the small, round dining table with his iPad in front of him, flicking through what I have no doubt arethe news and gossip pages. He says it’s for research, but I know he can get invested in some of these celeb feuds.

“I made some whipped cream with strawberries. It’s in a bowl in the refrigerator, and syrup is on the table already.” I plate up some of the pancakes and prep another batch, hoping the smell alone is enough to entice Bowie from the bedroom.

We should draw her a bath after breakfast because her pussy has been thoroughly used and abused over the last few days.

“Got ‘em! Aaaaand here’s some I made earlier…”

“What the fuck, Hads? That cream was for all of us!” I whack him on the back of his black T-shirt as he starts stirring in what can only be described as his cum. Because that’s exactly what it is. “When did you bottle it? Actually, you know what? No. I don’t wanna know.”

“You’re a dirty fuckin’ wanker. That shit isn’t going anywhere near my food.” Hayes barely looks up from the screen as he sips on his coffee and shakes his head.

“Where did you disappear to this morning, anyway? I know it’s not because you shit the bed, because I was in it.” I plate up the final stack of pancakes just as I hear light footsteps on the wooden stairs.

“Now that would be telling. It’s a surprise.” I don’t like the grin Hadley gives me, but there’s no time to question it before a sight that has us all speechless appears.

Bowie is wearing…well…barely anything. Two emerald-green triangles cover her breasts, tied up with pieces of matching green string, and her pussy is encased in another, slightly bigger, emerald green triangle. Thank fuck for under-floor heating because otherwise, we may not have been gifted this sight.

“I was told to bring a swimsuit, and seeing as you wouldn’t let me leave the bedroom yesterday, I figured I’d wear it today.” With all the confidence in the world, Bowie stands and pulls a couple of poses, pursing her lips before laughing. Theconfidence, the laughter, it’s all sexy as hell. Combine that with her barely-there outfit and my dick is raging, but I know she’s sore and I don’t want to break her.

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