She asked her stupid questions.
Something about if Matteo and I were close, growing up. What kind of stupid question was that? Of course we were close, growing up. If she couldn’t tell that by just being with us, then she wasn’t as smart as she looked.
But then it became clear. I discovered her plan after the third softball question about where my favorite place to visit was. She was softening me up, hoping that I would fall in love with her, and when she asked the really hard questions, I’d save her.
She doesn’t understand that I can’t. That her plan will never work. I tried her plan before, and it backfired in my face. I won’t do that again. I won’t risk her life like that.
So, every day that she asks, I fuck her with Matteo and pray that it isn’t the day she stops asking the easy questions and starts asking the hard questions. Because I can’t lie to her. And I’m afraid the only thing left that can break her is the truth.
30
Matteo
Arlo texts me that he needs me to go with him to deliver our latest weapon tonight.
It’s not a question. It’s a command. I’m supposed to go with him. That’s what we do. He tells me what to do, and I follow.
But not this time.
I’m tired of doing everything that Arlo t
ells me to do.
These last few months have been amazing, but I can feel the pressure in our bubble building. And I know that it’s going to pop soon. I can feel it.
I don’t bother to text him back.
He’s going to be pissed, but I don’t care. I climb off the couch and go find Nina reading a book in my bed.
She smiles up at me when she sees me standing in the doorway.
I grin back as I fold my arms across my chest and lean in the doorway. Nina has quickly become my everything. All I can do is think about her. What she’s doing. What she needs. I think about her body. Her smart mouth. I think about fucking her. Talking to her. Holding her.
I can’t stop.
She used to be the one who was obsessed. But not anymore. Now, I’m just as obsessed with her as she is with me.
I can’t stop. And I don’t want to. I want her every second of every day. And, if Arlo thinks I’m going to be willing to leave her alone for one second in this house, even to go do work, he’s crazy. He knows how I feel about her. He sees it in my eyes every night when we fuck her together. Always fucking together.
We have each tried to get her on her own, but the other is always there. Nina always pulls us both in. But it can’t last forever. Eventually, whatever is going on is going to stop. Someone is bound to develop feelings. And, even if I know that Arlo has developed feelings for Nina, I know him well enough to know that he will never act on those feelings.
“What?” Nina asks, looking at me with her big brown eyes.
I step into the room and walk over to her, taking the book out of her hands and laying it on the nightstand next to the bed.
“I want you,” I say.
Her eyes grow heavy. “Okay, where’s Arlo?”
I shake my head. “No, not with him.”
She raises an eyebrow at me as I climb on top of her in bed, pinning her down. She doesn’t fight me; she just seems amused. We’ve fucked too many times for her to fear me.
“Where is Arlo?” she asks.
“He’s working. He never has to know. Just fuck me alone, just this once.”
I lean down and kiss her, tasting the sweet wine on her lips that I didn’t notice she was drinking. I kiss her hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth, making it impossible for her to say no to me.