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My parents wanted the house up at a certain time, and though I got up, I didn’t get out of bed right away. Call it wanting to avoid the inevitability of the day, but I dragged my fucking feet and had a long-ass shower. The first person I ended up seeing was Dorian, and he was sneaking out of my sister’s room.
I shook my head that he wasn’t even bothering to act like he hadn’t stayed over. I adjusted my shoulder bag. “Morning.”
“Morning.” He had a shoulder bag too and apparently wasn’t bringing a lot for the trip. “Sleep good?”
“Decent.”
This exchange was definitely out of formality. He wasn’t making eye contact with me, which meant he was clearly still pissed. I pointed at his bag. “When did you get that?”
If he had stayed over and hadn’t gone back home, it was weird he had his things. He shrugged, mentioning something about getting here a couple hours ago. That didn’t mean he hadn’t stayed over, though, and knowing him, he probably had. I started to say I’d see him down at breakfast when the door behind him opened and my sister came out.
Sloane was definitely prepared for a day of travel. Her sweats mirrored mine, and upon seeing me, she ignored me for her boyfriend.
This was all to be expected considering, well, everything, and the fact only emphasized the reason I didn’t feel like fucking getting up.
“You tell him?” she asked, talking about me but not to me. Dorian got a handful of her hip when he brought her close, and though the question had been directed at him, he placed his dark eyes in my direction.
“Can’t see why we should,” he said, and my eyebrows narrowed. Dorian’s head cocked. “After all, what they had was fake, right? Shouldn’t bother him.”
What the fuck?
And with that, the two headed down the hall like they hadn’t stated some ominous shit.
Meanwhile, I was hot on their heels. “What are you talking about?”
They didn’t tell me, their own conversation far more interesting than me breathing down their necks. It must have been because they continued a duo exchange all the way up into my kitchen, which was busy as fuck. Normally, my parents’ staff would be making stuff, but with the early hour (and us leaving town), it seemed my parents let them have the time off. The busyness came from Wells and Thatch, who had everything in my parents’ fridge out on the goddamn counter.
“The fuck you two doing here?” I asked, Dorian and Sloane leaving my ass. Right away, they took seats at the bar, but cut me a look before they did. Their heads lowered, they started another quiet exchange. Meanwhile, Wells was in front of my parents’ stove while Thatcher handed him shit. I headed over to them and the mess. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Relax. We figured we’d all head over to the airport together,” Wells countered, actually making some pretty kick-ass smells with whatever he was making. Upon further observation, it looked like some kind of omelet and potato combination, and Wells did have skill when it came to the kitchen. His grandparents were celebrity chefs, and his dad was a restaurant franchise owner.
His logic was sound about the travel, and my parents did say all the families were flying out together before dismissing me.
I didn’t particularly like that my friends were making such a mess before my family was about to make their way out of town, though. I barked that over to them and got a dismissive wave from Wells and an eye lift from Thatcher.
“Whatever, bro,” Thatch huffed, obviously still in his feelings too. I’d give my buddies time, but we really needed to be on the same page about not making Christmas shitty. Thatcher leaned on the counter. “You tell him?”
This was directed at Dorian, and as soon as he said it, Wells stopped cooking. His spatula had left the pan and everything, and the rage of clearly being left out of something summoned something fucking feral inside me. I opened my mouth to unleash it, but stopped at the sight of another party. Red and my brother entered the kitchen then.
I thought she’d left.
I supposed I’d assumed she had, and I did have another reason for not getting up out of bed right away. I’d wanted to give her time to leave, but I guess I hadn’t done a good enough job.
She stopped upon seeing me, and though she’d been wearing that bulky-ass coat last night, she wasn’t now. Now, she was wearing a fucking top that showed off her tatted arms and exposed the swell of her tits like it wasn’t fucking below freezing outside. There was a reason my parents were getting us out of town for the holidays, but Red didn’t seem to care about that, the cold.
No, she didn’t care, and the red instantly hit that gorgeous swell. This girl flushed something crazy when she was uncomfortable, nervous, which she obviously was upon seeing me. At some point, Bru noticed his venture into the kitchen was solo and stopped himself. He glanced at Fawn before finding me, but his exchange with me was a quick one. Like everyone else, he wasn’t too happy with me, and his attention was dismissive before facing Fawn.
“You’re fine. He’s not going to do anything,” he said, like I’d literally go over there and eat her if no one else was in this kitchen. Thoughts of feasting had been on my mind upon seeing her in that fucking top, but not in any way that didn’t have her tits in my mouth…
That pussy on my tongue.
The urge to let this chick sit on my fucking face hit like a son of a bitch, and that was so fucking dangerous here, now. Growling, I headed over to the other side of the kitchen. Putting my bag down, I sat next to D and my sister, and the two looked at me. Dorian was really fucking looking, and I shook my head when I assumed why.
Relax.
I was hard-pressed when I was in the same room with Red. Eventually, she believed my brother enough to continue her journey into the kitchen, and she wore those shredded-up jeans she always rocked. The ones that showed the tats on her thick thighs, and I literally had to put my hands on my dick. The asshole was trying to split my fucking jeans.
Like my buddy Dorian knew, he cocked his head at me. In fact, he basically had his entire body in my direction, and I was saved when my parents entered the kitchen.
