I arch a brow as he bends down and kisses me on both cheeks before pulling away. “The two of you flatter me. What do you want?”
“Us? Want something?” Otto says, feigning outrage. “You should know by now that the only thing we want is your legs spread wide and our tongues on your cunt.”
Lachlan enters the room and clears his throat. I hide my laugh in a cough as he scowls between the two brothers. Otto saunters over to him. Lachlan stiffens but doesn’t move away as Otto brushes the front of his waistcoat.
I use the uncomfortable silence that follows to take in Lachlan’s outfit. Light grey trousers, a black Oxford, and a matching grey waistcoat. His hair is styled like Otto’s–slightly slicked back, which only makes the neck tattoos seem more prominent, somehow.
“This is nice,” Otto murmurs.
Lachlan clears his throat. “Thanks. You all, uh, look good too.”
“If you want to fuck us again, all you have to do is ask.”
I huff a laugh as Max rolls his eyes. “Lay off it, Ot.”
“I’m just trying to understand,” Otto drawls, stepping into Lachlan’s personal space. “You’re willing to have a foursome with us before we find out about Astern, but not after? Are you truly that bad at sharing?”
Lachlan lets out a low growl. “Careful, Otto.”
Otto’s face gets hard. “Or what? Because to me, it seems like you’ve lost. Can you guess who was inside of her earlier, making her scream–”
Lachlan rears his hand back and punches Otto in the jaw. Otto hardly stumbles–instead, he just holds his arms wide as he grins. Blood begins to dribble down his right nostril.
“That’s your best? A beefy guy like you should really learn to put your weight behind your punches–”
Lachlan punches him again, and this time, Otto stumbles backward. When he looks up, he’s baring his bloodied teeth at Lachlan.
“I’m going to tell you right now that you’re going to need to share if you want to be a part of this order,” Otto grumbles, his voice hard and menacing.
He’s normally so friendly–and seeing him like this, all dark and slightly unhinged…
I hate how much I love seeing it.
“Otto,” I warn him. “That’s enough.”
He looks over at me and nods once. Giving Lachlan one last wrathful glance, he sits down on the sofa next to me. I grab a tissue from my handbag and begin to dab at his face.
“Bloody idiot,” I murmur.
He smiles, and his teeth are stained red. “Your idiot.”
I look up at Lachlan as I clean Otto up, and he’s shaking his hand out at his side, scowling at us.
“Get over here,” I tell him sternly. “Let me make sure it’s not broken.”
He hesitates for a second before walking over and sitting down on my other side. “Sorry,” he grumbles in Otto’s direction.
“Fools,” I mutter.
“I’ll go get everyone some water so they can cool down,” Max says, glaring at his brother and Lachlan.
He exits the reception room just as I turn around and pull Lachlan’s hand onto my lap. His knuckles are split, so I gently dab the blood with a new tissue. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time, and Max returns with water for everyone–handing Otto and Lachlan their own glasses before handing one to me.
“For our resident nurse,” he says, smiling.
I grin when I take it. “I wouldn’t have to be the resident nurse if these two would stop their pissing contest.”
“I reckon we could get Lachlan into bed with us if you dressed up as a sexy nurse,” Otto offers.
