I’d spent my whole day trying to figure that out.
Because the stuff I had split between my parent’s house and my storage unit would look like dollhouse furniture in here.
I needed to start from scratch.
“This view is insane.” Rico walked over my ceramic tiles to the wall of windows overlooking the busiest street on the island and the beach across from it.
I was close to everything. The aquarium, the farmer’s market, and the amphitheater were all less than five minutes away.
Joining him at the window, I took in the view that sold me on the place.
So much had changed since then. I remembered how excited I was to have my bachelor pad. Now all I wanted was a house full of the people I loved.
Rico moved behind me, wrapping me in his arms and resting his chin on my shoulder. “I haven’t figured out why yet, but I get the feeling you don’t wanna be here.”
My conversation with Harlow came rushing back.
“You know none of us are leaving you alone. It doesn’t matter where you go.”
“Nothing’s changed but the address, Chris,” he said as if he read my mind, “Stay at our place as long as you want. None of us will complain about that,” he assured me, kissing the side of my head. He added in a playful tone, “You ain’t getting rid of us. You still owe us about ten dates.”
One forearm was slung across my chest, the other loosely hanging around my shoulder and neck. Exhaling, I relaxed in the safe haven of his arms.
“Not ten,” I rebutted. “We went on four already.”
And we had photographic proof of all of them. Harlow wanted them for her scrapbook, but right now they were decorating Rico’s fridge.
So far, there was the picture on the boardwalk at the nature preserve. The picture the yoga instructor at the aquarium took for us. The picture we took after parasailing a few days ago. The candid Soul’s brother took before we got on our jet skis for Rico’s birthday. And the selfie from the movie date we went on yesterday because it was the only thing I wanted to do for my birthday. It was the only thing wecoulddo after fucking the day away.
And the more group dates we went on, the more we planned together. Our original agreement that the dates could be one on one was useless. None of us wanted to go anywhere without it being the four of us.
“Can we take you to dinner?”
A groan colored the air when he punctuated his invitation by burying his face in my neck.
He inhaled. Once. Twice. Greedily breathing me in while his arms tightened around me.
“Yeah, right after I show you the rest of the place.” Smoothly, I spun out of his hold and headed to the door. If I didn’t, somebody would have to restrain me to keep me from laying on this hard ass floor with this man and letting him do whatever to me. “Come on, the balcony in the living room is my favorite part.”
The elevator ride downto the lobby was a quiet one.
I stood in the front, closest to the panel with Soul beside me, his fingers locked with mine.
He was doing that more lately. Holding my hand as if it was second nature. It was weird if hewasn’ttouching me in some way these days.
I’d never even kissed this man, but we’d seen each other in our rawest forms too many times to count in the last month.
Could a line be crossed if it didn’t really exist?
I knew what his face looked like when he was coming.
Knew how he sounded when Harlow flicked her tongue over his piercing just right.
And the way his face contorted when Rico entered him was forever seared into my mind.
Last night, he rode Rico while Harlow rode me. They came together, grinding on our dicks side by side, fingers entwined.
And I was still convinced I blacked out when my orgasm hit me.
