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Uh-oh.
“Okay, maybe I gave you a little too much morphine. Let’s … get you dressed—” I crouch quickly, grabbing his jeans, and as I go to stand, his dick hits me in the face. I slap my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing, because he hasn’t even noticed. I stand, pulling his boxers over his muscular thighs.
He’s grinning wildly. “I like morphine.”
I laugh and sit him back down. “Yes, it seems you do. Let me just sort your stitches, okay?”
“No,” he groans. “No stitches. You know what I want? I want you to sit on my face.”
My stomach is aching from holding in laughter. “Xavier, you’re super high right now—”
“And you’re super fucking pretty. Take your pants off.”
He tries to pull me close and I erupt into laughter, trying to bat him away. “I’m married to your brother!”
“He can join in. Fuck it.” The world suddenly flips as he stands, grips my hips, and throws me over his shoulder. “We’re going to bed. Prepare your vagina, Q.” He slaps my ass, and I’m shaking with laughter as he carries me out of the medical room.
“Zayden!” I call out as Xavier plays what I think is the Happy Birthday tune on my ass cheeks. “Zayden, help!”
As we reach the foyer, Zayden and Yale appear. The latter barks out a laugh. Probably because Xavier’s jeans are still around his ankles.
“What is going on?” Zayden asks, also grinning.
“Sex,” Xavier announces. “You in or you out?”
Through my laughter, I say, “Xavier seems to be having a strange reaction to the morphine.”
He slaps my ass again, and I squeak. “My dick is having a strange reaction to your ass, little Q. Are we doing this or what, boys?”
“Put me down, please. We’re not having sex.”
“Making love, then?”
“Xavier.” He huffs and places me on my feet. “Stitches, then bed.”
He groans and this time I successfully pull up his jeans. “But I don’t want to go to bed.”
I point in the direction of the medical room, and he slinks away.
“Thanks for all your help,” I say to Yale and Zayden. Yale laughs and returns to the kitchen, but Zayden looks more than amused. I put my hands on my hips. “Got something to say, Mr. Silver?”
“Nope. Just surprised.”
“About what?”
His smirk grins. “That you didn’t take him up on his offer.” He winks and follows Yale into the kitchen, leaving me flustered, my toes curling in my socks.
Xavier reluctantly allows me to stitch his wound and cover it properly but insists on keeping his jeans on this time. After I finally get him back into bed, I find Yale and Zayden in the living room. The deep, overstuffed couches must have been covered well, because they don’t seem to be damaged from the years this place has been locked up. Yale is on his laptop, and Zayden is beside him. The fire is lit, but it’s nowhere near as warm as the bedroom.
“I cannot believe that just happened,” I say, slumping into an armchair. “His hands are huge. I think my ass cheeks are red.”
Yale chuckles. “I can’t believe you turned him down.”
“Only because my sights are set on you.” I wink, and he gives me an overly seductive grin, bobbing his eyebrows. “This room is nice. Shame it’s a damn ice box.”
“It is,” Zayden says. “But it’s gonna take forever to fully heat this whole place.”
“Why don’t we just stick to keeping a few rooms warm?” I suggest. “The kitchen and bedroom, this room if we have to? Other than that, what do we need?”
