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Biting off a huge piece, I groan as the taste hits my tongue. A throat clearing causes me to look up and five sets of eyes are staring at me.

“What? Do you want some?” I ask, holding out my sandwich to them.

“Are you seriously going to eat that?” Trace asks, screwing his nose up and glaring at my offering.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because it’s frozen nuggets, a bag of potato chips, salad dressing, and bean sprouts. I don’t even think that’s edible,” Kai adds.

I look down at my sandwich and have no idea what he’s talking about. I take a bite and it’s rock solid. “Maybe you’re right, but I’m hungry,” I pout.

“Don’t cry, Tenshi. We’ll make you something to eat. Go and sit at the table.”

Turning to look from Creed to the table, I spot Chester sitting on one of the chairs. A Cheshire-like grin hits my lips and mysandwich drops on the bench, then I sway my hips in what I’m hoping is a seductive manner, making my way over to him.

“Can you hold me so I don’t fall over?” Nibbling my bottom lip, I try to sexily bat my lashes his way. He pats his lap, and I let out a little squeal as I sit and curl up into him. He wraps his arms around me, and I snuggle impossibly closer. “My heart hurts, my brain hurts, everything is hurting,” I mumble into his neck.

“How much did you let her drink?” I hear Brennan ask somewhere in the kitchen.

“She snuck a whole dropper at the end of the night. Before that, I was only doing small drops.”

“Are you fucking kidding? That’s enough to take down a grown-ass man. Now we have to watch her all night. She could choke on her own vomit.”

I laugh. “I vomited on Brennan once, and he wasn’t very happy with me. Someone help me take these clothes off. It’s really hot in here.”

Someone grabs my ankle and takes off my shoes, but it’s still hot. “I need my clothes off. I feel trapped, just rip them.”

“Little Angel, I need you to stand up for a second.” I feel a set of hands holding me up and my pants being slid down my legs. I instantly cool down.

“Tenshi, your food is ready.”

I open my eyes and sit forward, but Chester keeps his arms wrapped around my waist. In front of me is a bowl of chicken and rice; it smells heavenly. I shovel the food into my mouth as quickly as I can. “This is so good. Creed is now the designated cookerer.”

“That’s not a real word, Little Angel,” Chester whispers into my ear, giving me chills and making me giggle.

Once I finish eating my food, my eyes begin to close again, and I yawn. I hear all the guys say goodnight. The last thing Iremember before sleep claims me is someone tucking me into bed and a whisper-soft kiss on my temple.

Chapter Eight

Jolie

The thumping in my brain pounds in time with the beat of my pulse as I slowly come to. It takes a moment for the haze to clear from my mind before I remember I was extremely wasted last night. Sweat coats my body and I feel like I’m in an inferno, with flames licking my skin. Not ready to open my eyes, I try to throw the blanket off and someone groans beside me.Oh shit, not this again.It’s okay, Jolie, last time this happened you didn’t do anything.

I open my eyes and flick my hair from my face, having to spit a few strands from my mouth. My eyes widen when I see a naked, tattooed ass staring back at me.What the actual fuck?!I look down and realise I’m in nothing but a pair of underwear, my tits hanging free. A glance from under my lashes to my right shows Creed tucked under the remaining blanket; no wonder I felt like I was in an inferno trapped between these two. But how in the hell did I end up in bed with them?

“Morning, Tenshi,” Creed croaks as he rolls over to face me.

“Please tell me you at least have clothes on.”

“I do. Chester sleeps naked, but he refused to leave your side. Especially after you threw up on yourself around one in the morning.”

“Please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid,” I groan and slide my way down the bed. I spot a shirt thrown on the floor and give it a quick sniff before I pull it on. Stretching my arms above my head, I try to loosen up my tightly coiled muscles.

“No, you came home and went straight to bed.”

“I appreciate you lying to me, but can you wake him up and make him put some clothes on? I only have so much self-control and that”—I point with a raised brow—“is a good-looking dick.”

Creed smirks at me and nods. I keep my eyes away from Chester. He is a bloody work of art—his tattoos, the shape of his ass. If it wasn’t for them doing what they did, I would’ve happily jumped him and not regretted it.

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