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Jumping up off the ground, I grab the oven mitts from beside the stove and rip open the oven. The hot air hits my face, making me pull back slightly until the initial wave of heat passes. The muffins thankfully look fine, maybe a little overdone, but not burnt so I’m calling it a win.
“Thank fuck, my muffins are okay.” I turn around after pulling them out, smiling at the guys who took seats at the island in front of me.
“Lay, why the fuck are you making muffins?” Adam bluntly asks, a laugh riding his words. “They smell awesome, but I never took you as the baking type.”
“I’ve baked a few times in my life,” I throw out nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders. “Melinda taught me when I first moved in with her. She thought maybe it would help me come out of my shell a bit. I really have to be in the right mood to do it, and I’m not that great, but it reminds me of her.”
“They smell fantastic,” Riggs grins, looking past me to the muffins on the stove. “What kind did you make?”
“I made pumpkin muffins with white chocolate chips,” I say proudly, moving over to show off my muffins like that woman onWheel of Fortune. “It’s turning into fall, and I decided it was time to let my basic bitch side out a little bit.”
Adam laughs, throwing his head back and exposing his freshly shaved throat. The sight brings out my horny bitch side a little bit, but him opening his mouth quickly ruins it. “I didn’t see a basic bitch side coming out of you, buttlicker. I’m downright fucking shocked to be honest.”
“Everyone has a basic bitch side, twatwaffle. Don’t worry, I’ll find out what yours is and tease you for eternity over it.” I smile sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
Riggs chuckles, giving me a mischievous grin that makes his bright blue eyes sparkle. “I know what it is.”
“Tell me!” I jump up and down excitedly, an evil grin spreading across my face.
“Don’t you dare,” Adam warns Riggs, narrowing his eyes at him. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
Riggs looks between Adam and I, biting his lip then jumping off his stool and moving away from Adam. “He singsMan! I Feel Like A Womanby Shania Twain really loudly when he thinks no one is home.”
Gasping, I turn to Adam, a laugh bursting out when I see the murderous expression on his face. Riggs laughs when Adam jumps off his stool, the two of them slowly circling the island. Riggs forgets about the coffee disaster on the floor that we have yet to clean up, slipping momentarily when he gets to the spot, which gives Adam the chance he needs to pounce on him.
Honestly, it’s impressive when you remember he has a prosthetic leg. Riggs grabs Adam around the waist as the twatwaffle attempts to noogie the gigantic man. It doesn’t go well for Adam since Riggs just has to go to his full height and pick Adam up with him. Rhys walks in at that exact moment, the look on his face so uncomfortable and confused it makes me just about die of laughter. At this point I sound like a pig with an asthma problem, and I have zero regrets about that.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Rhys yells out, the sounds of the guys and Fall Out Boy nearly drowning him out. “Did I walk into another dimension or some shit? This place looks like a tornado flew through it!”
We all somber up a bit, looking at each other and the ground like naughty children that just got caught by their parents.
“It’s mostly my fault. The mess at least,” I confess, twirling my fingers together. “I was listening to music and baking muffins, which is a little messy. When the guys came home, they surprised me, and I fell, spilling my pumpkin spice latte all over myself and the floor. Adam then made fun of me for being basic, but Riggs informed me that Adam likes to sing Shania Twain at the top of his lungs. You walked into the aftermath of that.”
Rhys blinks slowly, looking between the three of us with an almost blank expression on his face. “I—” he starts then pauses, shaking his head slightly. “I actually don’t know what to say to that.”
“Do you have a basic bitch thing?” I throw out, breaking the weird tension in the room. “Wait, shit! What time is it?”
“It’s quarter to three,” Adam yells out helpfully, throwing me a stupid thumbs up.
“Juliette and Danni are going to be here in an hour and a half. Fuck, I totally forgot about that,” I curse, running my hands down my face. “I’ll clean the kitchen then run and have a shower to get the coffee out of my hair.”
“You go shower,” Rhys says, walking forward to get a better look at the kitchen. “Dumb and Dumber over here will clean up the kitchen since they scared you in the first place.”
“That’s not fair to them. I made a mess before they showed up, and the music is stupid loud.” Moving to grab the cleaners from under the sink, I eye up the dishes piled there as well. “But if dumb and dumber don’t mind helping, we can get this place cleaned a bit quicker.”
At their nods, I shoo Rhys out of the kitchen to go relax for a little while and get to work with the other two to scrub down the mess. My clothes are uncomfortably sticky against my skin and my hair is drying super crusty, but being uncomfortable and dealing with my mess is part of being an adult. While having three boyfriends is great in the sense that chores are a lot easier to split between us all, I can’t take advantage of them and throw all cleaning on them.
“Look at that,” I smile, turning around in a circle. “That barely took any time at all.”
Adam walks by, slapping a hand across my ass and making me yip. “Damn right it didn’t take long. You had the best cleaner in this house on your team, me.”
“That’s because you can’t cook worth a shit,” Riggs throws back, rolling his eyes. “You had to get good at cleaning or we would have thrown you out on your ass.”
“Touché.” Adam points finger guns at him, a cocky smile on his face. “I’m still the best though.”
Rolling my eyes with Riggs this time, I throw a smack on both of their asses and head out of the kitchen. “I’m going to shower! See you guys in a bit.”
Rhys walks out of the living room, smiling at me and grabbing my hand. Wiggling his eyebrows at me, he asks, “need any help in there?”
