Page 17 of Taming the Beasts (Crooked Point #3)

I laughed. “I hate how we can’t get a straight answer out of her. I’m glad we’re just going to do all the research with the guys. Because I don’t trust a word out of Kebe’s mouth.”

“I’m telling you, she’s the sinister shift in the air.”

“We can ask the guys about that too.” We walked up the front steps of the bank. I was so excited to put all the secrets and lies behind us. Yet another fresh start. I wasn’t used to having a boyfriend, let alone five. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too mad at me about this.

We walked into the bank. The twins were standing behind the front counter and Otto was sitting on top of it.

There was only one customer. A cute little old lady who probably could have just used the machine for her deposit.

Huxley was helping her, but all three guys looked up at me as I walked to the counter.

Otto whistled.

The old woman turned around. I expected her to give me a nasty look, but she just adjusted her thick glasses, smiled, and turned back to Huxley.

I realized she probably couldn’t see me very well.

Otto slid off the counter and walked over to us. “What did we do to deserve this outfit?” He lifted the front of my jacket and groaned when he saw my see-through white tank top underneath.

“Zoey,” said a deep voice. “Emma.”

I turned around to see Bennett walking out of his office. I was a little worried that he still had feelings for Emma. But his attention was solely on me.

“What happened to the outfit I picked out?” he asked.

“Well, I wasn’t just roaming around Main Street. I was coming to see you, so I wanted to look my best. ”

He lowered his eyebrows. “Whose varsity jacket is that?”

“Eh. Just some guy I dated back in high school. No one important.”

“Take it off,” he said.

I knew it was bad for Bennett to be jealous. But it was so hot when he was. “As you wish.” I started to pull off my jacket.

“Jesus, Zoey.” He grabbed the sides of my jacket and pulled it back into place. “Your shirt is see-through.”

“I know.” I smiled up at him.

He shook his head and grabbed my hand, pulling me into his office. He slammed the door behind me and dropped my hand. “Take it off,” he said again.

I’d just tried that and he’d gotten upset. So I just stared at him.

“Now,” he said and started opening the drawers of his desk. He pulled out a folded dress shirt.

“Why do you have an extra shirt?”

He walked back over to me and pushed the jacket off my shoulders. “In case I rip the first one.”

Oh. In case he shifted.

He helped me into his dress shirt.

But I was swimming in the thing. I grabbed the bottom and knotted it at my stomach.

He groaned. “What are you trying to do to me, baby?” He dropped his forehead to mine. His breath was ragged like he really was having a hard time remaining calm.

I ran my fingers up the back of his neck. “I just want to look good for you. ”

“You always look good, Zoey. I know that people stare because I was one of the guys that used to stare at you walking around town. Picturing you beneath me.”

I slid my fingers into his hair. “Just take a deep breath.”

He slowly breathed in my exhales and his breaths started to even out. “I already have to share. I don’t want to see you in another man’s jacket.”

There were a few things to unpack there. And none of it made me feel good. Was his jealousy this morning partially because I’d been wearing Otto’s shirt to breakfast? And what was with that sharing comment? Fuck. Kebe was right. This cure was going to change everything.

“It doesn’t matter if other people stare,” I said. “You’re the only one allowed to touch.” Well, him and his friends. I grabbed his hands and placed them right below the hem of my skirt.

Bennett immediately slid his hands up the backs of my thighs, grabbing my ass. “Maybe I do like this outfit,” he said and kissed the side of my neck.

There was a knock on Bennett’s door.

“Come back later,” Bennett said and kissed the side of my neck again.

I’d never been with Bennett without someone else watching. What he’d said about already having to share felt like a bad thing. But maybe he just needed some alone time with me. And I could definitely get down with that.

The door opened despite Bennet’s dismissal.

I looked over at Titan. He took up the whole doorway, blocking the view of any patrons behind him .

“We have a problem,” he said. His eyes trailed down my body, stopping at my exposed ass.

He could try all he wanted to pretend he wasn’t interested. His eyes told another story.

“What’s the problem?” Bennett asked. He didn’t look up at Titan. He just continued to kiss the side of my neck.

Titan’s gaze jumped back to mine.

I didn’t know why I liked staring at him while Bennett’s hands were on me. My fantasies were more twisted than most, after years of camming. But I knew Titan liked it too. He liked watching his friend palm my ass and lick my skin.

Bennett slowly lifted his head. “What’s the problem, Titan?” he asked again as he pulled me closer.

I stifled a moan as Bennett’s erection rubbed against me. I wanted to undo his pants and drop to my knees. Shove his cock down my throat and stare at Titan as I did it. Maybe it was finally time for me to beg Titan. I knew that’s what he wanted. He’d told me several times.

“Because I said I was busy,” Bennett said.

Titan cleared his throat. “Callum’s making a scene.”

Wait, what? Shit!