Page 54 of Savage Hate
“So you think their post today was just a coincidence?” he asks incredulously, his jaw feathering.
I sigh and lean back into the leather seat. “I don’t know, man. Why now? We’ve been in Greythorn for nearly two years.”
“Yeah, I guess. I just don’t trust any of them.” Jude accelerates as the light changes to green. “I guess I’ll have to do some digging.” I hum in agreement. “Are we going to talk about what happened this morning?”
I smirk and look over at him. “Which part?”
Jude frowns, his brows furrowed as his hands grip the wheel. “You know which part.” He glances over at me for a second before facing forward again. “In the back seat? Really?”
I look out the window, trying to hide my smile. “Would you have approved if it were in the bathroom at the house?”
Jude clenches his jaw. “Fuck you, man.”
I sigh. “Are you asking because you’re jealous? You want her all to yourself?”
He’s quiet for a minute. “No. I’ve just never… shared anyone.”
I huff a laugh. “Poor, little rich Vanderbilt, never had to share anything in his life–”
“It’s not like that, and you know it,” he growls. “If you fuck her, and Silaswantsto fuck her…”
“Silasdidfuck her,” I add, laughing. “They were making googly eyes at each other all night.”
Jude pulls into our driveway and cuts the engine. His hands are still on the steering wheel, the tips white as he grinds his jaw.
“So, what… we’re all going to keep fucking her?” He turns to face me, and I have to adjust myself because my dick stirs in my pants at the thought.
“One of us, all of us…” I trail off. “I don’t see a problem.” Jude opens his mouth, but I cock my head. “It’s not like you and I have never fucked around.”
Jude’s gold eyes bore into mine. “I told you, that was–”
“Why are you so scared of admitting you liked it?” I reach out and caress his jaw, but he slaps my hand away. “There’s enough to go around, Vanderbilt.” He looks down as he digests my words. I open the door on my side. “Just think about it.”
“Silas would never go for it,” he admits, looking up at me.
I shake my head. “You’d be surprised.”
thirty-two
Lennon
The rest of the week goes by quickly. Wednesday morning, Mindy and I meet for coffee. I tell her all about my hunt for an apartment, and she says she’ll keep an eye out. I doubt anything will come of it, but it’s nice to know that both her and Lola are looking out for me. I even manage to get Lola to join Mindy and I for drinks on Sunday night, luring her away from the party at the guys’ house. Lucky for me, I don’t see Liam at The Queen’s Arms, and I also manage to avoid being alone with any of the guys.
It’s not that I don’t want something to happen with them… it’s just that I’m confused. I likeallof them in different ways. Silas, with his brooding, sensitive soul. Damon, with his wild, voyeuristic charm. And Jude, with his silent, otherworldly intrigue… All three offer me something different in how they make me feel. I wasn’t even sure I could choose if I had to.
I spend Monday morning hunting for apartments again, having completely ignored Silas’s proposition of having me move in. Today officially marks one month since being in Greythorn, and even though I’ve known all three of them most of my life, I still wouldn’t feel comfortable living with them.
But I also can’t stay where I am…
No word from my mother, thank God. I swallow the ache in my throat every time I think of her and what happened a couple of weeks ago. Everything she said, the words that will surely haunt me for months or years. I just keep telling myself that I will find a place soon, and then I can figure out my next steps.
By the time I walk down the stairs at six, I’m antsy to see the guys. I didn’t see them at all yesterday, but they added me to a group chat last week, so we’ve all been in contact. Just in the last week, they’ve really made me feel like a part of the group. I swallow thickly as I unlock the door to Savage, thinking about how somehow, I found my tribe, myrealfriends. Even Mindy and Lola feel like the real deal.
Maybe coming to Greythorn wasn’t the worst idea ever, then.
I am just getting settled in my chair when my phone rings, and the name on the caller ID makes my heart pound against my ribs.
Wright.
