“We know we’re fucked.” Jack fills the shot glasses this time.
I lean back and consider what they’re saying. The guy in black showed up at my house when I was supposed to be alone. We kind of assumed he was Zach after he trapped me in the girls’locker room the next night. But Zach showed up at the diner at the same time as the guy in black struck again. My second choice for the guy in black was Tanner. He threatened me that he’d use me for revenge against my guys. But he showed up at Crusty’s.
“You guys don’t think it’s odd that everyone showed up at the places you had a fake me stationed?” When I sit up, my head spins a little. And things feel a little weird and slippery. I touch the leather collar around my neck.
Nico hands me a plate of meat, cheese, and crackers. “Like either they didn’t know the other locations, or they knew and wanted to fuck with us.”
“What if the guy in black wasn’t the same one that tried to attack me?” I mean, it’s not unreasonable to assume it’s the same guy, but how hard would it be to find someone about the same size—especially on video.
They all pause, lost in their own thoughts. No one’s trying to distract me from this conversation like they used to do. It’s a little intimidating to be part of them now.
“We need a new plan.” Luke runs his hand through his hair, making it stick up. He leans back and his icy eyes focus on me.
Oh, I need to tell them. “Ethan Parker thinks I have great tits.”
“Did he talk to you, little nympho?” Caden sits on the coffee table in front of me. I reach out and hold on to his knee to hold him still.
“He came out looking for a signal at halftime.” Oof, my brain is not playing nice right now. “He said I’d need him when you guys fell. Because protection or something.”
“Who thought it was a good idea to give Harper shots?” Nico shakes his head, but I just smile at him.
Caden tips my chin up and I put my hands on his jaw. It feels all scratchy and rough beneath my hands. Fuck, this is mucheasier with the alcohol. I’m not worried they’ll turn me away or worried about anything really.
Caden shakes his head, but there’s amusement in his eyes now. “Careful, she’s a handsy drunk.”
Eli
Harper giggles a little. It might be better that she’s a little more pliable. Everyone is in a dark mood, but right now, she’s here with us and safe. The guys need to burn off some of this excess energy. We can’t make plans until we fully understand the situation.
She’s a better option than us going off half-cocked after Ethan. Though he will get his.
I grab the remote for the entertainment system and put on some music. My head is still spinning with plans for how to work out who gave shit away. We can’t trust our usual sources and the girls, who want to befriend Harper, are a crapshoot.
Ethan might be the lynchpin we need to stress to figure out everything. When Harper is sober, I’ll find out exactly what he said.
Luke sits back and watches Harper with hooded eyes. He’s been softer with her than most girls. Hell, all of us have. Even on our worst days, we take it easy on her. Comparatively.
Caden draws Harper onto his lap. She straddles him, staying up on her knees, and kisses him. He cups her ass as he pulls her against him. The games we like to play make it easier than having her choose who to go to. Who to fuck.
She tries to keep it equal, but it’s difficult. Especially with Luke and Caden sleeping with her every night. Caden drags her shirt off over her head before reclaiming her mouth. I leanforward and unhook her bra. Caden grins as he leans back and takes his shirt off with one hand.
Her bra falls to the floor.
“Kitten.”
She pulls away from Caden to look at me with her dilated pupils. I hold out my hand to her and Caden growls. When I arch my eyebrow at him, he releases her. She sways on standing, and he puts his hands on her hips to steady her. She covers his hands with hers.
“Thanks.” She leans down and kisses him, but he resists pulling her down on him.
His gaze on me lets me know I better have something spectacular in mind. Harper turns toward me, topless. Fuck, whoever did that hack job of a photo hasn’t seen our girl, because she’s perfect the way she is.
“Come here, kitten.”
Her dark eyes lock on mine as she lowers herself to straddle me. I brush her hair behind her ear. “Are you ready to play a game?”
She leans into my hand. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck, she’s perfect like she was just waiting all this time for us to unleash all that banked desire inside her. I trail my hand down from her collar to her jeans. When I undo the button and pull down the zipper, she watches my hands. Her lips part, making me crave to lean in and kiss them.
