Page 30 of Remnants
For fuck’s sake.
Chapter nine
Raegan
Kellanloungesatthedining table, his plate empty before him, and no one else.
“Where’s Aiden?”
He grins, pulling his hand down his beard like he’s wrangling any stragglers back to the group. “Once he heard your wake-up gift to Dane, he got up and stormed to his room. Muttered something about taking a shower, but I’ll bet he’s in there jerking off to the sounds you were making, beautiful.”
Oh.
Shit.
Here I was, worried about Jackson overhearing everything from the door, when apparently the walls in this apartment are thin enough for the entire living area to hear us.
“You can wake me up that way anytime, too,” he adds, his blue-green eyes glittering wickedly. “No invitation or permission needed.”
Ah. He’s assuming I woke Dane with morning head. Rather thancorrecting him, I smirk, matching his energy when I reply, “Right back at ya.” I blow him a kiss between a backwards peace sign with a wink, and he slaps a hand over his heart, falling back into his chair.
“Fuck, beautiful. You still look sleepy. Go take a nap.”
Dane walks to the kitchen, shaking his head. “The two of you…” he mutters, proceeding to open cabinets and the pantry door. “Did Aiden order groceries?”
Jackson, who still hasn’t left the hallway, answers, “He did.”
Dane pulls a pen and pad of paper out of a drawer, scribbling a few things on it before tearing it off and handing it to me. “Here. Ask Aiden to add these to the order. I’m not sure when he scheduled the delivery for, so it can’t wait.”
I accept the piece of paper automatically. It feels weird to be worrying about something as mundane as groceries after everything that happened the last couple of days.
Wait.
“You’re asking me to interrupt his shower?”
He shrugs, smirking. “Better you than any of us.”
Right.
Kellan snickers from his seat, and Jackson opens Aiden’s door for me before I get the chance to consider what I’m about to get myself into. Why does it feel like all three of these guys are offering me up on a platter, and I’m the only one who has no idea what I’m walking into?
Because Aiden is still an enigma. I never know what’s going on in his head.
Jack closes the door behind me, trapping me inside. The sound ofthe shower echoes from the cracked bathroom door, steam curling around its edges before dissipating into the rest of the room. Aiden’s bedroom is just as organized as Dane’s. The floor is bare, all surfaces clear. Aside from his bed, a reading chair, and a small table, there’s not much to it.
Kellan’s and Jack’s, by comparison, are wild and haphazard.
Clenching the piece of paper in my hand, I stride to the bathroom as if I have every right to be in there, even though my heart pounds harder with every step I take. Even though my breathing shallows as I get close enough to breathe in the hot, moist air.
It’s just Aiden.
I make it across the threshold before I pause and squint to see through the steam. Even though it’s my first time in the Loft, I recognize it. They must have modeled the safehouse after the Loft because aside from being somewhat smaller, they’re nearly identical.
I take another few steps inside until Aiden’s shadow appears behind the shower glass. He’s leaning a forearm against the wall, his head bent, and his hand somewhere lower. Curiosity drives me closer again, thinking the steam and his occupied attention will be enough to keep me hidden.
A tattoo covers his back with a sword down his spine and bent wings on either side. A bat wing and an angel wing. Ink chains loosely wrap both and tighten down the length of the blade. My gaze travels lower. His other hand strokes his cock, his movements harsh and bordering on violence.
Crap. He’s pissed.
