Page 80 of Stuck with Me

“Nice to meet you,” Nico says.

“Here,” I interrupt, shoving a glass of eggnog in Nico’s hand. “You need to catch up.”

He frowns and I hate how I already know that when I look between his eyes, he’ll have a distinct line there.

“We’re already on our second,” I elaborate.

“Thanks.” He tips it to his mouth and takes a drink.

My eyes take a lingering trip down the length of him. Adam’s Apple bobbing, chest muscles taut, and wet pantlegs. I purse my lips when I glance back up at his face.

“What happened there?” I gesture with my eyes.

He rubs at the back of his head. “Snow,” he says flatly.

I want to badger him for more info but Jones and Sabrina amble down the steps holding hands. Jones has a big goofy grin plastered on his face and she has the worst case of sex hair I’ve ever seen. They haven’t even been here for an hour, and they’ve already screwed.

Fucking Jones. She’s practically a baby. My stomach churns and irritation builds in my chest. I can’t help but miss the holidays when Mia was here.

Jones has the nerve to give Maverick a tilt with his chin, like he’s confirming the deed is done and a shiver goes through my body. This poor girl. I only hope she has a good head on her shoulders and knows exactly what she’s gotten herself into.

“I guess you found everything in your room to your liking?” I sneer.

“Oh yeah, it’s perfectly tight,” he snickers as he plops down on the couch and yanks Sabrina onto his lap.

“Ugh,” Cammie groans.

And I don’t blame her. Who wants to hear about their brother getting laid?

“Fucking pig.” I smack him in the back of his head.

“Hey,” he whines, rubbing a hand there.

“Shit Jones, everyone knows what you’re referring to. Even me,” Sabrina says.

“Aw baby, I’m sorry. But you know how I am.”

“Yeah, I know. Why do you think I agreed to come with you this week?” She flashes a devious smile over her shoulder. “I knew you were a sure thing.”

I bark out a laugh. Maverick joins in with me.

“I think you might’ve met your match, man,” Maverick says.

“I like her. I think Sabrina’s a keeper,” I say.

“Agreed,” Cammie says.

Jones shrugs off our teasing, a sheepish grin on his lips. “I don’t mind being your boy toy this week. Use me and abuse me, baby.”

“Ewww,” Cammie complains.

“On that note, Jones have you met our guest of honor?” Maverick asks, gesturing at Nico.

“Actually, yeah. We met at the bar the other night.”

Nico nods. “Nice to see you again.”

“These two were getting pretty hot and heavy that night.”

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