Page 6 of Dirty Secrets

“Deal. Eat first though.”

I nodded, letting him steer me into the kitchen so he could feed me.

We made small talk once the nachos were done as we picked at them straight off the tray, my eyes darting down to his phone as it lit up on the counter.

Logan: Hey, Zena’s down for you to join us tonight, bro. You in?

“I’ll be fine. You can collect your latest dose of chlamydia,” I mumbled as Zavier unlocked the screen to reply, his fingers pausing over the buttons. He glanced at me, studying me for a second before shaking his head.

“I’m not bailing for pussy. I’d prefer to watch movies with you,” he answered, returning his attention to the phone. Icould still see the screen as he replied, Logan’s blunt response managing to sting.

Zavier: You’ll have to tag Reid in. I’m crashing with Rae tonight.

Logan: She’s not gonna fuck you, dude. If you want pussy, ditch Rae. She’ll understand. Try anything with her and you’ll lose fucking teeth.

Zavier moved towards the fridge to grab the juice as he replied, but I knew he was trying to hide the messages from me.

He didn’t want to fuck me, right? There was no way Reid would let him live here if he was interested in getting into my pants.

I stood and went to go to bed, but Zavier hooked an arm around my shoulders with a grin. “Let’s get in bed and enjoy the peace before the guys and their company get here.”

He wasn’t wrong, it was going to be ruined the second they got home with the sounds of headboards banging on the walls and unnecessarily loud screams of pleasure.

We got ready for bed, and I practically melted into Zavier as he held an arm out for me to snuggle into him. All of the guys were snuggly, probably for my sake to keep the nightmares away, but I always took advantage of it.

I was a sucker for a snuggle, especially when the guys were only in their boxers and their hot skin pressed against mine.

Maybe the lack of sex was turning me into a creep?

He pulled me closer as the movie started playing, and I fell asleep with his fingers tracing patterns on my back and his legs tangled with mine.

Zavier

Raven passed out fast, but I wasn’t surprised. She looked exhausted, and I was more than happy to let her sleep while I stared at the TV.

I loved doing nothing while just existing with her.

She was in a tank top and shorts, her bare legs against mine as my fingers drew patterns on her back. Temptation crept in as it always did, wishing I could wake her up and ask her for more, but I couldn’t treat her like that, and I never would.

Even if I wanted to, the guys would murder me.

I found myself watching her more than the TV, studying her face in the dim room. I loved her, I always had, but she didn’t see me as more than her friend.

I’d never risk destroying that.

The front door slammed loudly as laughter filled the house, and I mentally cursed the guys for being inconsiderate pricks. No wonder Raven thought sex was so goddamn important, the guys threw it in her face all the time.

She stirred beside me, her voice quiet. “Is that the guys, or are we being raided by the cops?”

“Just the guys. Go back to sleep. I’ll tell them to shut up,” I murmured, untangling myself from her so I could climb out of bed and make my way into the kitchen, where Logan already had some girl’s shirt off.

She wasn’t the one he was making out with at the track.

Reid was grabbing some beer out of the fridge, and I scowled. “One, that’s my beer, and two, can you guys shut the fuck up? You woke Raven.”

The girl giggled, eyeing my abs like I was her next meal. “Who cares? If she doesn’t like it, she can leave. Come join us.”

I glared at Logan who blew out a breath. “She was asleep already? Is she okay?”

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