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“My turn, sweetheart,” I grinned. “I’m done being a gentleman.”
“You’re no gentleman,” she scoffed.
“Well, I try.”
“Asshole,” Brax muttered as he sluiced away the sweat and cum, but I took no notice. I was too busy enjoying the feel of Stella wrapped around my cock.
Chapter 98
Quinn
My head hurt and my eyes stung. I’d spent way too much time staring at a screen, trying to pull all the strands of information together. In the end, I’d admitted defeat. Financial records were not my thing. Coding I could do, and math problems I was a whizz at, but making sense of accounting records? Not so much.
The files on the drive needed an expert’s eye to figure out what we had. The FBI agent working on Stella’s father’s case was probably the best person to contact, but for some reason, Stella didn’t trust him.
My next best option was my father, as he had a background in financial analysis, which was why I’d sent him an email with a link to the cloud data dump, in the hope that he would be able to make sense of what we had. I was pretty sure I was breaking all kinds of laws, but yeah, whatever. Dad wouldn’t care. His family had ties to the Sicilian Mafia, so illegal shit was in his DNA.
Now all I could do was wait for him to get back to me. And in the meantime, I sat here twiddling my thumbs, wishing I had a decent cup of coffee in my hand instead of the instant crap the hotel thought was acceptable.
Harley was such a dick at times. Any decent friend, i.e. one with a reasonable quota of empathy, would have known to let Brax have some alone time with Stella.
God knew they both needed it after all the shit the pair of them had gone through. But nope. He couldn’t bear to give her up and instead had elected to join their love-in whether it upset Brax or not.
The idiot was way too possessive.
I’d never seen him this way in previous relationships, but that was maybe because he’d never fallen in love before. Not that he had the emotional intelligence to realize that yet. Oh, it was going to be fun when he finally figured it out.
In the meantime, I sat here waiting for them like a third wheel. I’ll admit, I was a bit jealous. Thanks to Harley’s possessive nature, I’d not had one-on-one time with Stella for ages.
There had been plenty of threesomes, but while I loved sharing her with Harley, I craved some alone time with her too.
Stella must have read something in my expression when she finally appeared, her damp hair pulled into a loose braid. She strode over and cupped my face in her hands. “You and me, tonight, just the two of us.”
“Huh? What about me??” Harley huffed from the doorway. The idiot still wasn’t dressed; all he wore was a pair of loose sweatpants.
She turned around and nailed him with a stern look. “You get more than your fair share of my time, golden boy. You can make do with your hand for once.”
He frowned but nodded anyway, accepting defeat. “Fine. But you can make it up to me tomorrow night.”
“Nope, I’m taking Stella on a date tomorrow night,” Brax announced. At least he was fully dressed.
Stella looked delighted at the idea, and I suddenly realized, of the three of us, Brax was the only one who’d given this romance shit some thought. The guy had better game than me, which sucked.
“Surely we can make it a joint date?” Harley suggested.
“No, just me and Stella.”
“But—”
“Enough!” I yelled before this descended into a fight. “We need to check out, dump our bags, and head to the stadium.”
Harley grumbled but shut up, thankfully. No doubt he’d have a whole lot more to say about things later, but by then, I’d be too busy enjoying the game to care. Brax grinned and tucked Stella under his arm. I sighed.
For all these two idiots claimed they were OK with sharing Stella, I could tell there was a lot of work to do. Brax and Harley were both possessive dickheads and if some ground rules were not put in place soon, this cozy little harem we were building would soon fall apart.
As much as my mother’s constant psychoanalysis growing up was irritating, at least she gave me the tools I needed to form healthy relationships. Brax, on the other hand, had been raised in a dysfunctional home with an overbearing mother and a weak father, and Harley was damaged from his mother leaving when he was just a kid.
It was a wonder either of them hadn’t massively fucked things up already.
