Page 57 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part two
“Why can’t you have that? We’ve made it clear how we feel about you being with us. You’re the one fighting against it.”
“You don’t want someone like me. I’m broken, and you deserve better than what I bring to the table.”
“Bullshit,” Jason spits harshly, making me raise a brow at his tone. “We’re all fucking broken in our own ways, but we fix each of those broken pieces in each other. We aren’t whole if we aren’t together, and you are the missing piece for us all. You just need to open your eyes to see that.”
Before I can answer, Jason leans forward, and his lips are on mine. I’m stunned for a split second before I turn in the seat and frame his face with my hands, taking over the kiss. When I lick across his bottom lip, he sighs and opens for me while his hands clutch my shirt. I deepen the kiss, and it feels like my entire world is on fire. I move one hand to his hip and pull until he’s straddling my lap. Jason lets his entire weight down on my hard cock and moans into my mouth. I slide my hands under his shirt to feel him skin on skin, and he grinds against me. It reminds me of the other day when I walked into the living room to find him and Aryeh in the same position, and it’s like a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped over my head. That was one of the hottest things I’ve seen since being around them, and I refuse to be the one who comes between them. I slow the kiss down and lay my forehead against Jason’s.
“We can’t do this.”
“Tivon…”
I peck his lips one last time before gently easing him back into his seat. “I’m sorry.”
I get up from the couch to head back inside, trying to ignore the hurt look on his face, but I can feel my heart being ripped apart.
I feel like I kicked a fucking puppy.
I managedto hide for the rest of the morning until I got the call that my software had arrived at the set drop off. I couldn’t have it brought straight to me, so Nolan found an empty warehouse to have it delivered to. I’m putting on my boots to leave when Aryeh walks into the living room.
“Where are you going?”
I tighten the laces harder than necessary, avoiding his eyes. “Software has been delivered. I’m going to go pick it up and meet Axel.”
“Alone? I think the fuck not. Let me get my boots.”
Aryeh’s gone before I can argue, and I have the insane urge to run like a fucking coward. Out of all the people who could have walked in, why Aryeh? That kiss with Jason is burned into my brain, along with the shame and the look on his face. I don’t regret the kiss. Not even close. I want more, but that’s the problem.
“Let’s go,” Aryeh says, walking back into the room. I can’t make my mind believe that this is the same man I saw lying in bed with a tube down his throat. This is the Aryeh that I remember.
With a nod, I follow him outside, and he surprises me by tossing me the keys and sliding into the passenger side of the SUV Keon acquired for us. We’ve been swapping vehicles more often than we have been swapping safe houses.
I get in, fire the car up, and start driving down the long driveway. I pull onto the main road, my entire body wired to fight. Did Jason tell Aryeh about the kiss? I’m just waiting for the blow to come that Aryeh doesn’t want me here anymore, or for the bullet to pierce my skull.
“I know about the kiss.”Well, that answers that question. I brace myself for Aryeh’s anger, but it never comes. I quickly glance at him, but he doesn’t look mad, just worried. “You just left him fucking sitting there?”What?That’s what he’s worried about? “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What did you want me to do?”
“Not make him feel like shit would be the first thing. He’s worried that he did something wrong.”
“What?”
“He thinks he made you uncomfortable. That you didn’t want it.”
“That’s all I’ve been fucking wanting,” I bark, then clamp my lips shut before I can say more.
“Okay. Then what happened? According to Jason you were into it, until you weren’t. Then you walked away, leaving him sitting there thinking he fucked up. I should shoot you for that alone.”
“Because I won’t be the one who comes between any of you.”
To my shock, Aryeh starts laughing. “For being so damn smart, you’re really fucking stupid. Look, I know we didn’t have the best upbringing to read social cues, but goddamn, you’re clueless. How many more ways can you be told we want you in with us? Not just the Saviors, butwithus. I’ve spent the last three weeks watching you. I see the longing there, Tivon. Why fight against it?”
“Why? You guys already have this amazing thing, and I refuse to fuck it up. I’m not an easy man. I have certain…needs… in different situations.”
“Certainneeds?What the fuck does that even mean?”
I whip into the warehouse parking lot, drive to the back, and slam the car into park. I turn to face Aryeh. “For one, I’m dying to put you on your knees for me and make you justfeel, not think. I want to ease that stress that I see in your shoulders, andcarry it myself. I want to take control over you. But you aren’t that person, Aryeh.”
I turn and reach for the door handle, but Aryeh’s hand lands on my arm to stop me. I look at his hand, then at his face. “Who says I’m not?”
