Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

The other guys seem to feel something more too. Fucking her together yesterday was amazing. She responded so beautifully to all of us, and she took everything we dished out. I crave more of her, so much more.

“Stop staring,” Blake says gruffly. “You’re going to make her feel self-conscious.”

“Like she doesn’t already.” I’m working on my computer at the table, close enough to get her something if she needs it but far enough away so she doesn’t feel crowded.

“We were supposed to give her space.” Blake shuts his computer and leans back in his chair. His eyes lock on her.

“Which is why you went over to her place?” I would have gone, but I’m glad it was Blake. He looks like someone you don’t want to tangle with, while I look like an accountant. I can hold my own when push comes to shove, but the guy probably pissed himself when Blake came crashing through the door.

Blake grunts and rubs his eyes. I don’t think he slept until Madison was in his arms. I can’t imagine what went through his mind. That had to be a fucked-up situation to walk in on. A guy choking our girl while she tried to yell for help. Fuck.

I close my laptop with a little too much force.

Madison looks over her shoulder at both of us. She hasn’t spoken much today. Her throat looks bad, and it probably feels worse. But she smiles at us a lot. Like she does now.

I don’t realize I’m up and walking toward her until I get close enough to draw in her floral scent. She pats the seat next to her and lifts the blanket in invitation.

I slide onto the seat beside her and draw her to lean against me. My heart fills my chest.

Yup, I’m a goner.

Chapter 18

Rest and Recovery

Madison

Noah draws me into his arms, and I let out a breath as I relax into him. Blake gets up and walks into what I assume is his room. If I could, I would have called out to him to join us, but resting my vocal cords is important.

I’m only half paying attention to the show. It’s an old one that I’ve seen before. Noah’s fingers brush up and down my arm, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake as I listen to the steady beat of his heart.

I pick up the remote and offer it to him. This show doesn’t grab my attention. Not sure I can focus on anything today, but it keeps my mind from drifting back to the terror from last night.

“I don’t normally watch TV,” he says, not taking the remote.

I shrug and flip channels. If I could talk, I’d tell him I don’t either.

One of the Harry Potter movies is on. Setting the remote down, I snuggle into Noah. His scent calms me with its outdoor smell, like a walk in a forest. I take his other hand between both of mine and hold it.

Not sure when we fell asleep, but the sounds of pots and pans rattling in the kitchen wake me. I press up from Noah, whose face is peaceful in his sleep. His blond hair falls over his eyes. He looks so young. I reach out and move his hair back. My heart stutters a little.

He was the first to kiss me. The first to give me an orgasm. The first I went down on. I snuggle back into him. When I’m in his arms, I feel safe and wanted. Fuck, I need that so much right now.

A hand touches my shoulder, and I turn to see Seth, holding pills and water. I sit up as he comes around the couch and sits on the ottoman in front of me.

I hold out my hand, and he puts two tablets in it and hands me the glass.

“How are you?” His fingers reach out to ghost over my cheek and throat. A shiver of awareness races through me.

I give him a thumbs up. I gave my statement last night about my roommate and her boyfriend. The police will be on the lookout for them, but they’re still out there. Up here, behind these castle walls, I’m safe.

Seth brushes his finger over my bottom lip. “We need to talk about your living situation.”

My lips part at the sparks from his touch. His words penetrate.

Living situation. I need to go back to the apartment for another week. My heart clatters.

I don’t want to go back, but I will. I can get the locks changed. Talk to the landlord since I paid the rent myself this month. Maybe set up some booby traps since I don’t have any money for an alarm system.