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She lifts the bottle of Pinot and attempts to refill her glass. “Do you have any more of this?”
“Let me check.” I grab the bottle from her and walk through the house into the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, when I walk back into the room to tell her that was the only one, she’s passed out on my couch. I nudge her shoulder. “Come on, Quinn. Come sleep in my room.”
“Promise not to try any funny business on me? I love you, but this girl needs to be dickmatized,” she tells me through half-open lids.
“I think I can hold myself back, babe.” Besides, after sparring with Sawyer tonight and then filling Quinn in on what actually happened, I don’t know if even my favorite vibrator could bring me any relief.
I need the real thing.
The only problem is, the real thing lives next door and isn’t even an option.
He can’t be.
SAWYER
Iignored the buzz of my phone the first time it chimed Sunday morning.
I ignored it the second, third, and fourth times too. I knew it would be my family. No one else would ever text at the ass-crack of dawn on a Sunday. And if it was actually important, they’d call. Hell, if it’s really important, they’d let themselves inside my house without thinking twice about it.
My family is as codependent as they come. All of us. Brothers and sisters. We’re not sexist in the least. We’re all up each other’s asses, and we’re all nosey as shit.
I grab my glasses from the nightstand, then snag my phone, not at all surprised to see I was right.
Max
Family dinner tonight at my house. Five o’clock.
Scarlet
Bless you. I am not hosting this week.
Becks
Ordering takeout getting harder by the week, Scar?
Scarlet
Talk to me when you have a six-year-old, a two-year-old, a five-month-old, and an organization to run, Becks. Oh wait... Can Medusa even reproduce?
Lenny
Ha ha ha... Medusa. Please don’t let her be the mother to my future nieces and nephews.
Becks
Who says I even want kids?
Sawyer
I may have compared her to Bloody Mary last night.
Becks
Was that before or after you practically fucked Wren Davenport in the middle of the bar?
Jace
Seriously, brother, why bother dating Medusa if you can’t even remember what sex looks like. Our boy was balls deep in sexual tension, but he wasn’t almost balls deep in her.
