Haven’t really cleaned or anything,” he says with that voice that has gotten so deep, I sometimes have to do a double take to see who’s talking to me.
“Well, it’s time to get up from that laptop and clean yourself and this place up,” I say, scrunching up my nose.
“Is John here?”
“No, I sent dad home. He was getting on my nerves. I needed a break.”
Torque chuckles at that. “You know he’s more like my dad and your husband?”
I shrug. “I had enough of him bossing me around.”
“Cool, I have about an hour to clean this place up before he shows up and gets in my ass about it,” he says and starts to move around to pick things up.
“Wait, are you saying you’re more afraid of him than me?”
“Not at all, sis,” he says with a mischievous grin.
“Yeah, whatever. Wash your ass,” I grumble and head out of his room.
I head for my room and strip down once inside. I’m tired and can’t wait to fall asleep in my bed. I snort. Torque was right. John will be here within the hour. The man is in our home more than his own.
I step into my shower and roll my shoulders. These jobs are starting to become more demanding. I’m not complaining. We seem to make more, the more danger involved. I have enough in my bank account to sit pretty for a few years without changing any of my habits.
I frown and turn my face up to the shower spray. I’d give it all away to know where Natasha is. Our team is the best. Torque has become damn good at his job and still we haven’t found her. My heart aches with the possible reason for that.
I fight with the tears that want to fall. I should have fought harder to get to her. I should have gone back for her.
“Hey, baby.” A weak smile comes to my lips as John’s voice fills my bathroom.
I turn and tug the curtain back to peek out. “What happened to you going home to get some rest?”
He frowns as he leans against the bathroom door. He looks exhausted. His hair is a mess and he needs to shave. He looks like a pretty version of Noah at the moment.
“Couldn’t force myself to get out of the car. You hungry? Torque and I are ordering something,” he says.
“Whatever you guys get, I’m game,” I reply as I look him over. “John.”
“Yeah,” he says tiredly.
“Let the kid order the food. You need some sleep.”
He gives me a sleepy grin. “My room is next door to that funk box. I’m sleeping in your bed.” He frowns. “What the hell was he doing while we were gone?”
“I have no idea.”
He nods. Without another word, he turns and opens the door to leave. I can hear him bellowing for Torque to wash his ass and clean the fuck up. I shake my head.
We really have become a little family. Torque used to be so defiant when it came to John. It took some time, but he respects John now and listens to every word he says as if each one will give him some golden wisdom.
I finish my shower and wrap in a towel. My curls are dripping down my back, but I’m too tired to dry them. Stumbling into the bedroom, I find John face down on my bed snoring.
I smile and shake my head again. I don’t bother to wake him and kick him out. I crawl into the bed and pass out next to him.
John
I wake to the scent of something sweet and alluring. Turning my head, I find Roni passed out beside me. Her towel has come loose exposing one of her breasts.
I grow hard instantly at the sight of her brown nipple. I’m so fucking tempted to lean over and suck it into my mouth. Damn, how long has it been since I’ve had sex?
When the answer to that question punches me in the gut, I groan and roll to sit on the edge of the bed. I push my hands into my hair. It’s been months since that incident with Missy.
Missy, she’s been too damn quiet. Hopefully she got the point. If only I could be so fucking lucky.
Maybe it’s time Roni and I sit down and talk this out. My dick wants her and only her. I release a deep sigh.
The rumble of voices grabs my attention. Roni shoots up in the bed. Why the hell do I turn