So was I. He’d indirectly turned me down time and time again, avoiding me when he could. Oswald could probably feel my hurt every time he ran or slipped out before dawn, but he likely assumed the emotion was coming from Nolan. It wasn’t a typical one for me.
I didn’t want to talk about this right now, so I opted to make light of it, changing the subject.
“I hope he gets over it soon, because I’d love for him to fuck me the way he fucks you. What was it that he said to you? ‘Bounce on my cock until you make yourself come all over me’? And you practically cried tears of ecstasy?”
I only knew this because I’d accidentally stumbled upon them fucking in Nolan’s room. It wasn’t like it was my fault his bedroom was also functioning as his office. I may have waited outside the door eavesdropping until they’d caught my scent and called me out on it. My mates were fucking hot together. Sue me.
“You’re such a fucking voyeur,” Ozzy groaned.
His cheeks heated at being called out. That’s why I would continue to do it.
“I have five men who all fuck each other. Being a voyeur is a benefit in this situation. Bet Nolan loved putting you in that collar when we went to Kylan’s penthouse.”
“Angels above, it was for protection.”
“Yeah, totally. Protection. But can you truthfully tell he didn’t choke you with it at any point?”
Oswald stayed silent.
I snickered, finishing with my clothes.
“You’re lucky I love you,” Ozzy grumbled when I had my hand on the doorknob. “No way I would deal with your shit otherwise.”
“Love me or hate me, you’re bound to me forever by both the familiar bond and this little mark on my neck. You’re lucky I love you too.”
The words felt awkward coming out, affection continuing to not be my strong suit. I’d been trying, though. Especially with Oswald and Caspian. What I felt for them was definitely love, no question about it. The others might not have crossed the line to being a love match yet. Could I love Shan when he was such a dick? It was yet to be determined. At least he was fairly passive with Altair and Sky out of his immediate vicinity.
Leaving Ozzy alone in the bathroom, I headed back to our suite. Our tub wasn’t big enough for water lessons, and we would have been interrupted too often anyway.
When I got there, Shan was stepping out into the hallway.
“Where are you heading?” I asked, leaning against the opposite wall.
“Got bored,” he said. “I was going to go beat up a punching bag.”
“I’ve got a better idea.”
He pushed the door back open behind him, glancing into the open concept space. It was empty where we could see.
“What’s your idea, scrappy?”
“It’s still such a stupid nickname, but it fits my idea. Is Cas in there?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Emmett?”
Shan shook his head.
“Perfect.”
Lunging forward, I pushed him back against the doorframe. He growled, resting his hands on my hips. His cock was half hard already, and I hadn’t gotten to the good stuff yet. This was going to be fun. “You know better than to push me around,” he said, his hand trying to grab my hair.
I shifted my head away, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and nipping his bottom one before I tore myself away.
“I do know better,” I agreed, backing up out of the hallway and into the living room. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop pushing you around,Daddy.”
Caspian poked his head out of the bedroom at the sound of my voice, his eyes widening as he realized what I was doing. He opened the door further and I saw he was wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms, his cock tenting them and his toned chest bare. I reached out a hand for him and he grabbed it, letting me pull him out into the main room. Shan was watching from the entryway, the door to the hallway shut and locked behind him.
