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There’s banging. Where is it coming from? Ugh, why is it so loud?
“Layla Campbell, why is Draven Hendricks’ hand in unconscionable places right now?” Uncle Jordan roars, making me jump with a gasp.
Sitting up, I brush Draven’s hand off my breast. For goodness sakes, the man is handsy in his sleep. Tyler groans as he flops until his head is in my lap.
“Do you want to tell him that we all of a sudden started screwing a drummer with a terrible attitude or shall I?” he asks with a smirk, squinting at me. Tyler’s adorable in the mornings before he puts his glasses on.
Brushing his light brown hair out of his eyes, I glance up at my uncle from under my lashes. “Sorry Uncle. There was only one bed, and I fell on his cock,” I tell him before smirking.
We’re clearly all wearing our clothing, so my uncle snorts as he realizes he’s being ridiculous. While I slept really well, I doubt I’ll ever be going anywhere near Draven’s cock.
“Please don’t get me killed this early in the morning, chick,” the man of the hour groans. “I solemnly swear my hands only drifted because I like to cuddle in my sleep. I saved her from becoming a popsicle, though. She wanted to sleep on the roof to get away from my best friends.”
Uncle Jordan looks flummoxed as he stares at us and then turns to survey the rest of the hotel suite. “Right, two bedrooms,” he mutters. Facing us again, he shakes his head. “Family meeting. Right now. We need to discuss how this is going to go, and I brought coffee and food.”
“Do I want to know how you got in here?” I ask, tapping Tyler’s nose to move so I can get out of bed.
“I hacked my way into the hotel’s computer system of course and changed the reservation into my name. They were only too happy to provide me with a room key,” he says with a shrug.
“Of course,” I sigh.
As my uncle leaves, Draven grabs my arm before I can follow. Tyler is standing by the bedside already, stretching with his glasses in place. I wish it was just the two of us so I could take care of the thick impression of his cock this morning.
Pity.
“Did he just say he hacked into the system?” Draven asks.
“My uncle has super powers.” I grin, dropping my head back to look at him upside down.
“Cheeky chick,” Draven snorts. “I always felt like he wasn’t someone I should fuck with. Now I know my instincts are right, as usual.”
Rolling my eyes, I shrug off his hand and get off the bed. The idea that I would fall on his dick just because we shared a bed is laughable. I don’t even think he’s my type.
Tyler wraps his arms around my shoulders as we walk out, and I ignore my uncle as he bangs loudly on Atlas and Mav’s door.
“Oye, get out here, you two. I have a few things to say about you assholes letting my niece sleep on the roof of the hotel,” he yells.
Oh. Glancing at him, he winks at me as I hear yelling and scrambling on the other side of the door. Jordan Miles is unfuckablewith. As annoyed as I am with him, I kind of want to be him when I grow up.
“I’m going to brush my teeth,” I murmur to no one in particular as I move away from Tyler to grab my toothbrush.
“Why bother when you’re about to eat and have coffee?” Draven asks, forehead furrowed.
“I don’t feel like myself until I do.” I shrug. I’ll brush my teeth again after too, but I’m truly just hiding for a second. As Atlas and Mav’s door opens, I scurry into the bathroom and my bladder also wakes up. Hurrying through my routine, I wash my hands after and take a deep breath. If I don’t get out there, I’ll be yelled at next.
Looking over, my eyes widen as I see my balled up clothes from last night. The last thing I need is to be called lazy or a slob when I’m not. I was just so damn tired last night. Grabbing my things, I walk out of the bathroom and put my clothes and toothbrush away in my bag.
“The princess is joining us at last,” Mav says drolly. Tyler gives me an indulgent look as I come over to the kitchenette area to join them before glaring at Mav.
Uncle Jordan? He smacks him over the head. “Stop being a dick. I know your history with my niece and this is your only chance to be able to play music and not get split up. No one else needs a keyboardist, drummer, and a guitarist so just stop,” he insists, handing me a to-go cup of coffee.
Bringing it close to me, I inhale gratefully. Fuck, I really do need coffee for this bullshit. Just smelling it is helping to revive me.
“You’re supposed to drink it, not smell it,” Altas snorts. Rolling my eyes, I take a sip, finding it exactly the way I love it.
“This is better than sex,” I mutter before I can help myself. Tyler chuckles when I give him a stricken look.
“I’ll work on that, Little Flower,” he teases me as I flush in embarrassment. Tyler can give me mind blowing orgasms while barely trying, but coffee? I really need this for the following conversation I think.
