Page 45 of Gluttony (Seven Deadly Sins #4)

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 are the 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.

The confidence, 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.

“You wearing that for breakfast, Diamond?” Hayes is pretending not to be watching her intently, with one eye still on the screen in front of him, but he’s shit at pretending.

“I sure am.” Bowie waltzes over to me and holds her hands together behind her back, pushing her chest out in the process. “Need a hand, Orion?” I fucking love when she uses my name. The way she says it makes her whole mouth move.

“If your pussy wasn’t so sore I’d make you sit on my dick looking like that, Little Rabbit. Fucking delectable.” Hadley places the bowl of whipped cream and strawberries in the middle of the table and sits down next to Hayes.

“Delectable? That’s a big word for you at eight in the morni—” She cuts herself off with a squeal as Hadley rushes her, lifting her up off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder, and spanks her ass.

“Sit your beautiful arse down and eat.” Hadley winks, placing her down at the table before grabbing a couple of full plates.

He puts one in front of Bowie and one in front of Hayes, waiting for me to bring the other two plates for him and myself.

“Strawberry?” Wagging his brows, Hadley spoons up a strawberry with a heavy dose of cream and holds it in front of her mouth. “Open wide.”

“Only because I’m hungry.” She smirks before opening her mouth, happily accepting the offered food. “Mmm.”

I can’t help shaking my head as she chews. She knows about the cupcakes and continues to eat them, so I’m torn whether I should let her know about this, too.

Watching her scoop a whole load onto her plate makes my decision for me. I’ll let her know later because she’s really enjoying it if her light moans are anything to go by.

“It’s weird when you all stare at me like that.” Pausing, Bowie looks up from her plate and makes eye contact with each of us. “But you’re not gonna stop, are you?”

Our collective grins must tell her all she needs to know because she rolls her eyes and sighs.

“Didn’t think so.”

It’s so slight, I almost missed it, but I saw the smile she was trying to hide as she dipped her head and I make a silent vow to be the reason for that smile as often as possible.

I want her to know how serious we are and that she is quickly becoming our sun.

The thing we revolve around, that gives us life and meaning.

Because now that we have her, it feels like everything before Bowie was gray.

Now the world is full of color and I don’t want our secret to black it out again.

“Why don’t you live here all the time? It’s like the outside world doesn’t exist.” With her head resting against one of the hot tub cushions and her elbows resting on the sides, her legs splay out in the water.

I grab one of her feet and begin pushing my thumbs into her sole. It makes her moan and close her eyes, her head lolling back farther.

“We wanted to be closer to the offices and recording studio. And that’s it, really.” I shrug, enjoying the way her chest rises and falls in the bubbling water, the peaks of her breasts hard and begging for attention.

“Well that’s boring. Expected…but boring. I was hoping for some vigilante Batman shit, like you need to keep up appearances and this place is basically the Batcave.” She giggles, looking me straight in the eye as she lifts her wine glass and takes a sip.

I reward her with a raised brow and a smirk for her efforts, because her imagination may be wild, but she’s not entirely wrong, either.

“So tell me, Orion, what made you change your tune on the Terror Twins?” She looks at me expectantly, like she’s preparing herself for story time, but quickly closes her lids and rolls her head back when I apply pressure to the ball of her foot.

“Same old story for the new foreign kid; I was bullied when I started my new school for being different. It went on for like two years before anyone found out. Don’t get me wrong, I gave as good as I got, but when it’s twelve against one, the odds aren’t good for the one.”

“How can you be doing something so magical while talking about something so tragic?” She moans again and I mentally pat myself on the back. With the heels she wears to work every day, I’m not surprised she’s enjoying this.

“It’s not tragic. I eventually put two of the fuckers in hospital, and a week later they were all expelled from the school.

Thanks to the Terror Twins, who had found out about the bullying when the ambulance was called, at the same time as everyone else.

I was threatened with expulsion, too, but again, Terror Twins to the rescue. ”

“How? You were all so young? Not even teenagers.” Her head is lifted again, and now she seems really invested in my story.

“Their parents basically owned the school with the amount of donations they gave.”

“Yeah, but why would they do that for you if you all hated each other?” She takes another sip of her wine.

“They hate bullies more. I still don’t really know how it happened, but we’ve been inseparable since.”

“That’s kinda sweet. You hospitalized some kids, had more kicked out of school, and made some best friends in the process.” She giggles again, the sound like a light tinkle of laughter, and her nose scrunches up a little every time she does.

The fact that she isn’t cringing or trying to pull away at the casual way we’re talking about hurting people and destroying people’s lives is promising.

“There was a bully at the foster home I was in. He was older than me and had the sweetest little sister, but his attitude was rotten.” Finishing off her wine, she places the glass in the cup holder beside her and rests her head back again.

I know she’s uncomfortable with eye contact when she talks about herself, like she’s ashamed or something, and I wish she wasn’t, but I’ll take whatever she has to give without pushing.

The twins push more than enough for the three of us.

“Do you remember your parents?” It’s a personal question, so I hope I’m helping her to feel at ease as I start massaging her lower calf as well as her foot.

She sighs deeply. “No. I make up stories in my head sometimes. Once, I told people my mom was an FBI agent and my dad was an astronaut. Mom was on a secret undercover mission while Dad was circling the moon, so foster care was their only option. I realize now that I’m older how inconceivable that was, but at the time, I really tried to make my classmates believe it.

” She pauses, as though the memory has taken her and she’s lost in her mind.

Then she sighs again. “Mickey was the only one who said he believed me.” Lifting her head, she stares at me.

“To my face.” She leans her head back once more.

“Behind my back he was laughing about how delusional I was. I guess I should’ve realized a long time ago who he really was.

It’s not like he ever hid it from me. He was just really good at the explanations…

sorry. I won’t bring up my ex again.” She shakes herself out of it and relaxes back into the foot and leg massage.

“Bowie, talking about your ex is okay. A lot of shit has happened in a short space of time so it’s inevitable that you need to process.

If talking about it is how you process, then keep going.

” I don’t want her to have any more secrets from us, even if that means hearing about the piece of shit that is her ex.

“Not today, thank you.” She smiles, letting me know that she’s not dwelling on this, before sitting straight up and licking her lips. “But I would like to talk about how a hot tub blow job works.”