Page 33 of The Saviors: Part One

“Japanese,” she answers and acts like she’s melting off the couch.

I chuckle. “I can go for some Japanese food.”

“This is why you’re my favorite.” She clutches her heart. “You just get me.”

“You can’t have favorites if you’re dating both of us, Gorgeous,” Sean says casually without looking up from his phone.This motherfucker. I hear Chelsea suck in a breath and sneak a glance at her face. She doesn’t look appalled by that, just confused. “What do you guys want to eat?” he asks like he didn’t just drop a bomb onto the coffee table. We rattle off our order, and Chelsea kicks her feet up on the table, her little red toenails sticking out from the bottom of her jeans.

“You like red, don’t you?” I ask, remembering that hot-as-sin dress she had on last night.

She wiggles her toes with a laugh. “Not really. Amber says it looks good on my skin.”

“Gorgeous, anything looks good against your skin. Including me,” Sean says with a sly smile.

She tosses a pillow at him that he dodges with ease. “Shut up.”

“What? Are you telling me I don’t look good pressed against all that creamy skin?”

“Stop. Oh my God.” She covers her red cheeks with her hands, and I see the red creeping down her neck.

I rub my knuckles down her neck, surprising all three of us. “How far does that go?”

Her eyes lock with mine, pupils dilated, her lips slightly parted. It might have been years since I was with a woman, but I know that look. She’s turned on by me, and that’s a heady feeling.

“All the way down, man,” Sean answers huskily.

“Oh,” Chelsea breathes, feeling the change in the room.

I look at Sean to gauge his reaction because saying you’re okay with it and seeing it firsthand are two different things. He unabashedly fixes his cock in his pants.Well, there’s that, then.

I make up my mind then and there that I’m going to try this if she wants to.

And hope that it doesn’t blow up in all our faces.

Chapter11

Cole

Istand at the backdoor for two minutes before I suck up all my patience to go out there to deal with Axel. I’ve known the man since birth and love him like a brother. But ever since we stepped foot back here, he’s been terrible to deal with. And I don’t think it has everything to do with his dad.

I finally slide the door open, and he doesn’t even look up from his chair, sipping a beer. Sitting beside him, I lean back and sigh.

“We need to talk, man,” I say.

“About what?”

“You.”

He turns to look at me. “What about me?”

“Out of everyone in this house, I know you the best. And you don’t treat people like you’ve been treating Sean.”

“He needs to get his head on straight so we can get this done and get the fuck out of here, Cole. Sean can’t do that if his mind is on pussy. Or dick, depending on the day.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it. Sean has no problems keeping his priorities straight. So, tell me what your real fucking problem is.” I’m not going to tell him that I know for sure that’s where they’ve been. We might be close, but I don’t have to divulge all the information I have in this house.

“Drop it, Cole.”

“No,” I argue. “We can’t live like this, man. I don’t know whether to hug you or slit your throat. You’re a pain in the ass on the best of days, but you’re unbearable now.” I turn in my chair to face him. “Is it because of her?”