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“It’s like midnight. We all slept so late. We should hit the casinos, or we can order room service together in Owen and my room. His fuckfest is over, and he’s hungry,” Max says, tapping his phone, acting casual.
“Food. Good,” I yawn.
“You neanderthal, food, good.” Zoey’s mocking, raspy voice comes from the foot of my bed, and I spring upright to lock onto two icy blues and a very amused smirk.
I instantly cover my cock, but it’s no use. I spare a look at Max, who laughs. “She’s been here the whole time I have.”
“Wonderful,” I reply, flopping back down onto the bed and covering my eyes with one of my arms, the other over my desperate for attention cock.
“It really was wonderful,” Zoey replies with a chuckle in her throat. “I’d say up you get, but clearly that’s not the problem here,” she lets out that chuckle she held in, and Max barks laughter.
“For the love of—”
“Don’t get all bent out of shape. We’re allfriendshere. Let’s go get food,” Max interrupts before leaving me alone with Zoey.
When I remove my arm and see her staring directly at my crotch, which has calmed down, thankfully, she smiles and stands. “I’ll leave you to… do whatever you need to.” She begins walking backwards.
“I’m going to get dressed,” I say, sitting upright and shifting to the edge of my bed. “Sorry about, uh… you know.” I can’t even say, ‘Sorry that you had to get an eyeful of my boner’ because I know it’ll sound insincere. I’m not eventhatsorry. Horny, yes. Sorry, no.
“All good,” she says, closing the door behind her with a swish of her white blonde hair.
I stand and stretch, remembering to head to the gym in the morning because I clearly need to work off some tension.
Once I’m dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, I head across the hall to Max and Owen’s room. Knocking on the door, Owen opens it with a shit eating grin. He looks down at my crotch. “How’s the third leg? Manage to calm him down?”
I flip him off and push past him. “Not funny. Also, how the fuck have you already had sex? We’ve been here for…” I check my watch. “Less than fifteen hours.”
“He’s a manwhore,” Nate shouts from the sofa ahead of me, where he’s sitting with Zoey, Aaron (who is conveniently sitting right next to her) and Max opposite.
“He’s right, he is a manwhore, but mainly it’s because women go ga-ga over the fact he can whisper mathematical equations whilst looking like something out of Sons of Anarchy.” Max grins widely, and Owen flips him off.
I nod in their direction, head over to the selection of drinks on the small foyer table, and pour myself a whisky.
Zoey throws her head back in laughter at something Aaron says. “Seriously?” he asks, and she shakes her head at him.
What are they talking about? And why do I want her to talk to me, too, not just Aaron?
“Seriously, you gotta stop looking at her like that.” A voice startles me. I turn and see Owen.
“Your stealth mode is disturbing.”
“How else do you think I sneak out of women’s beds so quietly?” He smirks, sipping his whisky. “Seriously, though. She’s my sister, and you’re eye-fucking her.”
I swallow and force myself to stare at the drink in my hand. “I’m not. I wouldn’t do that. I just wondered what Aaron said to her.”
Or maybe I was, but I didn’t mean to be so obvious.
“Listen, I’m not as strict on this as Max, but if you hurt her, then we’ll have issues.” The serious tone of his voice makes me look back at him.
“What are you saying?” I ask.Is he saying I’m allowed to hook up with her?
“Nothing exactly, just that I see the way you’re looking at her. If you hurt her, I’ll have a whole lot more to say. You’re two single people sharing a room…” He huffs a laugh. “I might not be good with people, dude, but it doesn’t take a math genius like me to work out that one plus one equals two, if you know what I mean.”
I choke on a laugh, and the temperature in the room rises significantly. “Idon’tknow what you mean. I’m not going there.”
Owen raises an eyebrow as he pins me with a stare. “Okay, well, I guess I read it all wrong then, and we have no issues at all.” His hand lands on my shoulder with a slap that feels more menacing than comforting.
“None at all. You might want to have a conversation with Aaron, though. He’s not stopped touching her,” I say, trying to be casual as I nod towards where he’s now got his hand on her leg. I grip my glass tight enough that my fingers ache and definitely don’t imagine it’s Aaron’s neck I’m squeezing. Nope, I would never.
