Page 46 of Harmless
“You know it, man. You want some?”
“Hell yeah, let me get more butter out. Rori?”
“I’m good, actually. I ate.” I gave Santos a little swat as he moved past me to the fridge. “Eat your fill, though. Torr is the toast-master.”
I went to work tidying the kitchen while the two of them put a dent in the bread, butter, sugar, and cinnamon supply. My aunt Kyrie had people clean the safehouses regularly, but these fighters had the table manners of wild animals. I felt bad leaving the mess out for others to deal with.
Washing dishes was actually a chore I didn’t mind. It was almost meditative. My mind went pleasantly blank as I scrubbed plates and mugs with warm, soapy water. I had spaced out so much in fact, that I didn’t notice someone walking up behind me until I felt the weight of their hand.
Torr ran a touch down my back, not stopping until he found my ass and squeezing. I turned in surprise, my senses lighting up with pleasure.
“Looking for something back there?” I asked as he continued to grope and squeeze me.
Torr leaned in close, his nose nudging against my cheek. “Let’s go for a ride.”
“Mm-hm.” I turned my head until my nose brushed his. “And then what?”
He spun me around to face him, then palmed my ass with both hands. “And then you’re gonna ride me.”
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RORI
With a final, hard squeeze and no other words, Torr released me and headed to where our bikes were parked. I had to just watch him walk away for a moment, those long, powerful legs eating up the distance. His wide shoulders cut through the air with every confident stride, knowing I would follow.
I stopped ogling long enough to find Santos looking at me with a knowing smirk. My mouth opened, the words falling out in a rapid rush. “I’m sorry. Let me go tell him you and I were just about to—”
“No.” He shook his head, cutting his hand through the air. “You two should catch up. Go ride.”
I hesitated, watching him. He didn’t seem jealous or upset but some guys hid it well. “Are you sure?”
Damn it, I felt awful, and this was so hard. Fuck Devin for interrupting our moment. Torr had no idea what we’d been about to do before he came downstairs. If he knew, I was certain he’d find another time to ride.
I figured having to split time with my guys would happen at some point, but not so soon. It made me wish I could take a time-out to call my mother for advice right then.
Hi mom, it’s Rori. Listen, what am I supposed to do when I’m about to bang one guy, we get interrupted by a rude asshole, and then another guy cuts in and wants to bang?
Thinking about it that way, the obvious answer was a threesome.
“Yeah, it’s fine, really.” Santos appeared calm as he walked over and looped his arms around my waist in a light hold.
My hands went to his nape, still searching his eyes as I leaned into his chest. “You could join us,” I hedged.
Santos shook his head again, but he was grinning. “Another time.” He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss over my mouth. It was so light that I immediately wanted to deepen it for more. “He was your man first. I understand you need some reconnection time.”
Technically, Torr wasn’t mine first. In terms of being physical, I had Santos first. Then Torr got jealous, and the dams holding back feelings on both our ends had burst. But Torr and I did have a long history, and we were probably both seeking comfort in what was familiar.
“When I get back,” I slid out of Santos’ hold reluctantly, “we’re finishing what we started.”
The heated look he gave me sent my heart racing. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, paloma.” He made a shooing motion. “Go on now. You kids have fun.”
I turned, heading out to where Torr sat on my idling bike. He scooted back, indicating I should drive while we doubled-up.
“No Santos?” he asked, like he’d been expecting the other man to join us.
“No, he said we needed time together.”
Torr nodded sagely as I got into my seat, his hands coming to the tops of my thighs as I sat down. “I like him.”
