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We were both still clothed…well, he was half clothed, wearing a pair of basketball shorts, his golden skin and abs, and way too many perfect muscle visible at the moment.
“I’m so sorry,” I told him as I scrambled off the bed.
I froze for a minute, trying to figure out how I’d ended up here. Was I still dreaming? My hangover hit me then, my skull feeling like a drum had taken up residence and was beating me with its sticks.
I’d gotten drunk. I remembered that. Being at the Tipsy Unicorn with Carrie. We’d been doing shots…
And Jack! He’d shown up at some point.
Flashes of images hit me. The two of us on a crowded dance floor. Had he kissed me? His hands lifting me into a truck.
And then…
“How did I get here?” I asked, cringing at how hoarse my voice sounded. “With you?”
He was propped up on one muscly arm right then, staring at me with a smirk on his lips, his dick still saying “top of the morning” to me through his basketball shorts.
Don’t look at his dick, I yelled at my apparently thirsty self. I was still feeling achy inside from the orgasm, my body primed and ready for more.
The door suddenly opened next to me and Sebastian, of all people, poked his head in, not seeming surprised at all that I was plastered against the wall.
“Oh good. The Sleeping Beauties are up. Jack’s making pancakes downstairs.” His gaze hovered on me for a moment, sliding from my toes, up to my head, leaving a trail of heat across my skin. “Come down when you’re ready.”
“You all live together?” I guessed, trying to plan out how fast I could move out of the state. Or maybe even the country.
I wasn’t sure that there was a place far enough to outrun the embarrassment I was feeling at the moment.
Carter slid out of bed, stretching his arms above his head.
And sue me, but I couldn’t look away. There was just too much hot perfection in front of me. His dark hair was tousled, somehow looking even sexier than it normally did. He caught me looking…not that it wasn’t obvious since I was practically drooling over him as I stood there, and he ambled towards me.
His hand cupped my thigh and he leaned towards my ear, his dick poking into my side. “Just for the record, sweetheart, you can ride me anytime you like. I’ll even call you ‘good girl’ while you do it.” He leaned back so he could see the full weight of my mortification. “It’s more Jack’s thing. But I can work with it.”
I literally slithered to the ground, melting into a puddle of lust and horror, and he chuckled and left the room, leaving me sitting there.
Despite the fact that I was currently dying of embarrassment, I couldn’t help but notice the room.
How nice it was.
The walls were a ritzy combination of dark wood paneling and light, neutral tones, the centerpiece of the room the large, king-sized bed that I’d woken up in. The headboard and gray silk sheets looked expensive, a world above the thrift store furniture that made up my tiny apartment. Soft, ambient lighting radiated from strategically placed wall sconces, casting a warm and inviting glow.
A floor-to-ceiling window stretched along one wall, offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Heavy, velvet curtains in a rich shade of midnight blue framed the view, and I realized as I dragged myself off the floor and looked out…we were really high up.
As I glanced around the room, my gaze caught on a framed photograph of four kids. I was pretty sure that three of the kids were Carter, Jack, and Sebastian, cheeky smiles and mud spread over their cheeks. I leaned forward, wondering who the fourth person in the photograph was. He was staring at the other boys though, so his face was partially obscured by the angle of the shot. His smile was more somber, a haunted look in his eyes that was different from the others.
A door slammed somewhere down the hall and I jumped, feeling like I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to.
Not that I was supposed to be here at all.
I followed the tempting scent of sizzling bacon and the faint clatter of dishes down a set of stairs, my heart sinking with every step. There was no doubt in my mind that Carter had shared the details of me…coming on his leg with the others, and the thought of facing all three of them after that little rendezvous meant that my embarrassment was now going to be multiplied by three.
If I couldn’t move, I was going to have to find another job. I mean, how did one come back from dry humping a stranger’s leg?
The better question was…how had I ended up in his bed to begin with? I had faint memories of Jack offering to take me home.
So how had I gotten back to his place?
As I descended the staircase, the sound of their voices grew louder, mingling with laughter and snippets of inside jokes I didn’t understand. Another wave of…familiarity passed over me.
