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“I thought you two hated each other?”I wonder out loud.
I look back at Nash and spot a hickey right above his collarbone. “I don’t remember doing this the other night, Big Boy. By all means, hook up with who you want when you want, but we need to wea—” I stop myself before I air out our dirty laundry. I run my fingers over the skin that’s bruised, but also red, and can feel it pulsing. It’s fresh… I look between the both of them, raising my eyebrows. “Oh, shit!”
“It’s not what you think,” Nash blurts out. I catch him looking over at Zamir, wincing…Interesting.
“What is it then?” I point down to his straining cock. “Because you’re clearly still hard, and Zamir over here looks like he’s been caught stealing candy from old folks’ homes.” I’ve interrupted whatever they were doing, but I’ve never been so happy to be in the middle of two hot as fuck guys in my life. “Fuck, I interrupted, didn’t I?”
“Nash and I were just trying to get along,” Zamir says with a cool tone.
“It looks like you all were getting along great. I just have one request.” I pause, and they both look at me saying,hurry the hell upwith their eyes. “Can I watch?”
1. House Of Ballons / Glass Table Girls - The Weeknd
Chapter 19
Ellinor
We finally sat down on Nash’s couch to eat the pizza he had delivered not too long after I got here. Both of us are drinking beers while Z sips his bourbon. I can’t help but watch both of them. Such stark differences. Zamir is rough around the edges, but it seems like he has a heart of gold once you get to know him. Nash has that boyish charm to him that I usually hate, but he makes it work—and what comes out of that mouth of his while fucking has me clenching my thighs just thinking about it.
“So let me get this straight. You were being rude as fuck to Z because you were jealous and thought he was attractive?” I ask Nash. He gives me a nod, and I turn to Z. “And you were fucking with him because you thought he washomophobic?”
“Yep.”
I clap my hands together. “Well, I’m glad we got that sorted out.”
“I still need to know how you two know each other,” Nash says.
“And I need to know how the hell you two know each other,” Zamir adds in.
“Nash and I met at Club Onyx, and he fucked my brains out that same night. He’s been nothing but a sweetheart since.” I look over at Nash and shoot him a wink. Zamir’s eyebrows touch his hair hanging over his forehead, but he doesn’t say anything. I figured he would show some kind of jealousy with how much he’s been up my ass the past week. He hasn’t, though; he’s more so showing interest in Nash and me.
“Now, Zamir came into Shenanigans, the bar I work at, and ever since then he’s been everywhere I turn around. I still think it’s from me giving him a fake number before he left. He wasn’t ready for that ego hit.” I look at Z, but he’s not denying it.
“I’m sure Ida is still trying to figure out which bar she was at the night before!” Zamir states like he’s actually concerned.
“I saved her from having to deal with your ass. I’m sure she didn’t want a stalker.” Zamir just chuckles, but Nash looks very concerned.
“Do you really have a stalker,Mi Amor?”
“I have for a while now, and I’m thinking now Zamir just couldn’t hold back any longer, having to makehimself known to me.” I chuckle, but there’s no light to it. I’m so tired of having to look over my shoulder all the time, and I really just hope they leave Blair out of it. They’ve always only shown interest in me, and I really hope it stays that way. I want Blair safe, no matter what.
“I want to help. I can hire security to watch you and your apartment. I can call my dad. I’m sure he has a company or two he recommends. He’s the chief of police.” That makes sense. He seems like a cop’s son.
I ask him, needing to know, “Do you have siblings?”
He’s looking at me funky but answers me nonetheless. “Yes, one younger sister, Willow.”
He’s smiling, and I can tell he loves her deeply. A pang in my chest hits me. I miss my sister so much; she still lives at home with my dad, but we were always attached at the hip growing up. I had to help raise her, and not due to my mom’s sickness; she started not giving a fuck way before the ALS took over. Mainly because she was just over parenting us both, which is why it was pushed off on me. My dad tried his best, but he was always trying to turn my mom back into who he fell in love with, and mentally, I don’t think that ever would have happened.
I pull myself out of that cesspool of sad shit to say, “You’re very oldest brother and cops perfect son, coded.”
He chuckles, and Zamir adds, “Thank fuck, I’m an only child.”
“Something only an only child would say,” I get out before Nash and I start laughing.
“I don’t like you two ganging up on me.” He’s pouting.
“You’re too grown to be pouting like that, Stalker Boy.”
