Page 30 of Tone Deaf

Pen tucks himself behind me. He slips his free arm around my waist while the other is under my pillow. A sense ofsafety surrounds me, and I settle back even closer to Pen. The gentleness he exudes wraps around me like a warm blanket.

Dom eyes us for a long moment and smiles. “You have no idea how beautiful you two look together. I want to pull out my dick and stroke myself while watching you two. I wish…” he groans instead.

I freeze at his unspoken words. Even though that would definitely take my mind off of the nightmares, and Dom did in fact jerk me off in the hospital, which felt phenomenal. There’s no way I can have both their cocks up my ass tonight, especially with a house full of people. I remember how loud my screams of pleasure were the last time, when they were both inside me.

I utter, “I don’t?—”

Dom raises a hand. “I’m not implying we should fuck, Callum. You’re still hurt and we need to have the big talk first, okay? But…” His eyes shift to Pen, and I look over my shoulder at him. Pen’s eyes widen before they narrow on Dom.

Big talk? I don’t know what Dom is referring to, but whatever it is, we’re not having that either.

“If you think we’re going—” Pen starts to say as he sits up.

“Remember what we agreed to about arguing in bed?” Dom says, his eyes unblinking.

Pen licks his lower lip, and drops his eyes down to the sheet covering his lower half. “No arguing in bed.”

“Yes. But what do we do instead, sweetheart?”

I can see Pen’s jaw muscles working, like he doesn’t want to answer Dom’s question. But I want to know. I clumsily roll over, then reach up and cup Pen’s face, hoping to ease the tension I see there. “What is it?”

“We fuck it out until we stop being angry and then we talk,” Pen confesses. “But that’s not happening.” He looks right at Dom. “It’s not happening.”

“I’m not saying we should, only that we don’t go to bed angry.” Dom carefully climbs into bed on the other side of me and sits so that he and Pen are face to face. “I’m sorry if you’re still upset with me.”

Pen doesn’t talk, but lies down. I roll back over and he spoons me, his right arm around my waist. Dom stretches his body next me, adjusts his pillow and reaches his left arm to circle both of us. With our legs tangled, Pen’s heat against my back, and Dom’s gentle breaths fanning my face, I fall asleep within minutes, feeling utterly safe.

Chapter Thirteen

Pen

I’m restless and unable to fall back asleep, and listening to Callum’s and Dom’s slow, steady breathing only makes me more restless. I slide out of bed then watch them for a minute to make sure I haven’t woken them.God, I love those two.I grab my clothes from the floor and creep out of Callum’s room.

After I dress in the living room, I shrug on my jacket and then the grab the radio and ear piece. I slide open one panel of Callum’s fancy three-paneled slider and head outside for some cold, fresh mountain air.

It’s two in the morning, and all seems quiet. I set off to walk the perimeter of the four thousand square foot house, trying to work off some of this restlessness.

As I turn the third corner, I realize I have not spotted a single one of Dean’s men. Every hair follicle on my head tightens, and it’s not from the cold air. A prickly feeling of being watched sets my teeth on edge. I call Dean’s lead, Joel.

“Check in, Joel,” I whisper into the radio.

Nothing.

“Someone check in,” I add, holding my breath for a moment. And still nothing.

This isn’t right. I run inside, finding Fig and Tobias in the hallway.

“What’s going on?” Tobias asks.

“Dean’s team isn’t answering their radio.”

“No one?” Fig adds.

“Nobody is.”

“Wake, Jordan?—”

“I’m up,” Jordan growls, his gravelly voice letting us know we’ve woken him—which is confirmed by his attire. Or lack thereof. He’s got bed head and is standing there in his boxers and nothing else.