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Igrip my coffee mug tight, almost at the point of smashing it in my fucking hands. Hearing the way Sonny made Scarlett fall apart like that and not race into the room to watch her as she came, took restraint I didn’t know I possessed. I palm my hard dick, willing it to fuck off so I am able to continue helping make breakfast, but it won’t seem to budge. I sigh, realising I will most likely have to rub out in the shower later now that Sonny has gone and teased the four of us like that. Looking at all of the other guys, I realise we each have the same issue. That dickhead knew exactly what he was doing. From the looks on each of our faces, none of us are able to hide our envy at the fact he was able to touch her in exactly that way.
It's obvious that Dacre can’t take the teasing anymore as he throws the egg flip on the bench before storming back off in the direction of his bedroom, most likely going to sort himself out.
Poor guy. He hasn’t had the best experiences these past few years. But seeing the way he has been acting since we got here has been nothing short of a miracle. Whether it's the air quality and sense of freedom here or the beautiful blonde in the next room over that has done nothing but consume our every waking thought; it's been good for him. I would place my bets on it being the latter though that has changed him. I mean she's changed us all in a way. The five of us have done nothing but smile and laugh since we met her. She's a beacon of light in the dark and I can’t help but drift towards her. You'd think the idea of sharing a single woman between five men would be a challenge but so far, for us at least, it hasn’t been that way. It feels normal to be like this with her. Like she just fits into our group perfectly. Like she was always meant to be here. It doesn’t stop little fits of jealousy though. But more in the way that I wish that I could join in, verse wanting to gut whoever has his hands on her.
The bedroom door to Sonny’s room opens and the Cheshire cat himself walks out. No shit, Sonny currently looks like he just won the lottery. I mean, I would feel the same if I made Scar scream the way she did too.
“Morning boys. How is everyone feeling this morning? I’m feeling fucking excellent, thanks for asking.” He looks like a rooster the way he has his chest all puffed out. I just shake my head at him, turning back around to the stove. A pain groan sounds from behind me and when I turn back, I see Sonny clutching the back of his head and Dacre walking past with a smug grin on his face.
“Fuck you, Sonny.”
The grin that spreads over Sonny’s face just reaffirms all of our thoughts. He wanted us to hear the sounds that Scarlett was making. He wanted us to be envious. He fucking achieved that goal too the motherfucker.
“Waking up with pussy in your face is honestly my kryptonite. The way she fucking screamed…” He trails off before groaning. “She is fucking perfect when she cums.”
“We fucking heard her Sonny.” I grumble.
“Did anyone record it? I want to set it as the sound for my alarm in the mornings. If I can’t have the real thing every morning, I at least want a recording.” He looks off in the distance and with the way his eyes light up, I shake my head at the thought of the psychotic shit he is no doubt imagining.
“You're a sick man Sonny.” Pike says, shaking his head. If Sonny’s smile could get any wider, at that moment it would have.
“Fucking aye.” He laughs.
Before anymore bullshit can seep out of Sonny’s mouth, the door to his room opens and Scarlett walks out. I think all of Sonny’s wet dreams must have come true as he catches a glimpse of Scarlett. One of his shirts sits half way down Scarlett’s legs. She doesn’t catch the five of us gawking at her as she towel dries her wet hair. Completely natural, Scarlett is by far one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life.
Eventually she looks up and freezes as she catches us all staring at her. She grimaces as a blush reddens her cheeks. “Ah, morning.”
“Morning Princess.” Pike smiles as he walks over. He pulls Scarlett into his chest, before grabbing her face in his hands. I can’t help the spike of jealousy that courses through me, wishing it was me that had her in my arms.
Abandoning my breakfast making task, I storm over to Scarlett and rip her out of Pike’s arms. She gasps in surprise, not expecting me to pull her away from him but any self-restraint I thought I may have had around this girl turns to dust.
I have never felt so fucking consumed by a single person before. Not like this at least. I've had a few girlfriends. A few women that I've kept around for a late night booty call. No disrespect to them but none of them have even come close to this absolute infatuation I feel when it comes to this girl.
Since meeting her, all I've done is think about her. When she isn’t with us all I can wonder is what she's doing, who she's with, has she eaten? I am without a doubt fucking obsessed. She's none the wiser either. I've been told more times then I can count that I am a cranky bastard. Never smiling, never giving any emotion. Borderline psychotic is something I've heard thrown around a couple of times.
Yet around her, all I feel is fucking emotion.
I think the guys have noticed the way I am with her too. If anything, each of us has changed since meeting her. I’m not going to deny that it is for the better too.
It was like the world was black before her.
I don’t give Scarlett a chance to react before my lips are on hers. I devour her. If I could consume her I would. And not in the way Sonny just did.
Eventually I pull away, breaking our kiss. I watch Scarlett as she struggles to catch her breath. Her lips are puffy and red.
“Morning baby.” I whisper, my voice husky and deep. My ego gets a big hit, watching the way Scarlett’s body shivers, her eyes heating at just the sound of my voice.
“Morning Daws.” Her voice is whisper quiet, just loud enough for me to hear her. I put my arm around her before pulling her towards the kitchen.
“Are you hungry, Scar?” She nods as we make our way over to the bench.
During our little make out interlude, Nicky must have made Scar a coffee. He smiles at her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Nicky and I have always been polar opposites. I've always been the grumpy cat, while he's more of a golden retriever. Don’t get me wrong, he has his dark and grey moments but they are far and few between.
I quickly get back to the stove, thankful that one of the guys didn’t let all of the bacon burn while I kissed our girl.
I plate up the food, handing Scarlett the first plate before handing the rest out to the guys. I grab my plate last and sit down at the opposite end of the table to Scar. I grumble, hating the distance between us. I’m forced to remind myself that I can’t have her all to myself all the time. The idea doesn’t sound terrible about keeping her all to myself though.
