Decoy shrugged. “Someone’s gotta do it.”
They had lost me. I stepped back, but Decoy caught my gaze before I disappeared. “Are you going to find Cam?”
I hadn’t thought about it, but of course I was. Where else would I go? “You have a message for him?”
Decoy nodded as Saint and Ivy continued their game. “Tell him I’ll organise Christmas for him, and I’ll think about the rest of it.”
“The secretary’s post?”
“Yeah.”
In my peripheral, I noted Saint’s frown and filed it away for later. Then I tipped my head at Decoy and left them to it.
Cam was in the chapel, a space only council members were permitted to enter without invitation, but I did not give a fuck. I slipped inside, tempted to sneak up on him, but seeing him so deep in thought gave me the uncharacteristic urge to behave myself.
I let my tread grow loud enough that he heard me coming. He turned in his chair and smiled—reallysmiled, and I could not describe how it made me feel.
He stood at the moment I reached him.
We collided and he hauled me against him, burying his face in my neck, his rough jaw scraping my skin. “You’re here.”
“You are observant.”
“With my back to the window?”
“It is more than seeing.”
“I’m not Saint.”
I leaned closer, saturating myself in all that was Cam.
And all that was Saint. “You smell of him.”
Cam narrowed his eyes, a faint smirk playing on his lips, outshone only by his shrewd gaze. “You like it.”
A statement, not a question. I slid my hand beneath his T-shirt, over his abs, and to his chest.
His heart beat steadily against my palm. I stepped closer and brought my lips to his ear. “You fucked him?”
Cam chuckled. “Hefuckedme.”
Another shot of heat ricocheted round my body, bright, sharp, and unexpected. If there was any hotter image in my mind than Cam fucking Saint, it was the reverse—a circumstance that had no reference, not even an imaginary one. “Was it good?”
Cam bit my neck, then bared his teeth at me. “What do you think?”
“I think it was so good you are now imagining what it would be like to have him inside you while I rode your cock.”
“Close.” Cam gripped my hip, tugging me tighter against him, his hard length hot against my thigh. “But I’ve pictured you fucking him more... while he’s buried in me. I don’t know if he’d ever go there with either of us, butdamn, right?”
I had never dreamed of that either. I imagined it now, and it was almost enough for me to forget that I had just spent four hours bugging the Crow compound within the inch of its life. That anything else except the simmering current between the three of us existed.
Only the faint, troubled haze in Cam’s eyes kept me grounded. “What’s wrong?”
He grimaced and shook his head. “Not here. Come upstairs?”
“You need privacy for this, but not to tell me you have been fucked by another man?”
In spite of the graveness now weighing Cam down, he smirked. “Does it bother you that I was?”