Page 26 of Revelry

“Yeah, god forbid you actually fucked me.”

“Aww, that’s cute. The rock star has a vulnerable side,” I say slipping into my skinny jeans and yanking them up. Whoever invented these should die a slow, horrible death.

“You know maybe if you worked out some of that tension you wouldn’t be such a bitch. How long was it again? A year? More?”

The blood drains from my face. “How did you know that?”

“You talk a lot of shit when you’re drunk, Ali-Cat. It’s cute.”

“I will hurt you if you tell anyone that.”

“Who am I gonna tell? Your secrets are safe with me.”

I shake my head, and yank open the door. My stomach flips as the scent of bacon, eggs and pancakes assaults me. I clutch my belly and stop in my tracks, uncertain whether or not I’m going to hurl. It’s a little hard to tell right now if I want to eat a freaking horse or run like one … right to the bathroom.

Cooper runs into my back, and his hands slide around my waist to steady me. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I murmur, and that’s when I realise he’s doing more than just steadying me with his hands. They’re gripping my waist pretty tightly, and the length of him is pressed against me from shoulder to groin, that maddening erection still tormenting me.

“Coop, you can let go of me now.”

“Right,” he says, but he doesn’t, and the second I try to move away, he pulls me back against him, hard. He whispers in my ear, “I’m pretty sure I told you this last night, but in case I didn’t, your tits are fucking awesome, Ali-Cat.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you made it pretty clear last night that you didn’t hate me. And this morning, come to think of it.”

“You’re confusing me with my rabid vagina. Of course she likes you, Coop. You have a penis, and she hasn’t been thoroughly fucked in a long, long time. But me? I really dislike you.”

“Liar,” he whispers and lets me go. I stomp away, heading out to the lounge room, following that damn scent while Coop heads to the other side of the apartment, I assume to the bathroom.

“Good morning,” Zed says, standing at the stove in only a pair of jeans. He’s drinking from a coffee mug that readsRock out with your Coffee Out, which he sets down as he flips a pancake in the air.

“Morning. Sorry we kinda hijacked your bed last night.” I cringe when I realise that there really was no other way to say that. Cooper and I did hijack his bed, but not for the reasons he’s more than likely thinking. “We didn’t have sex or anything, so there’s no chance of finding nasty surprises on your sheets, but I’ll wash them anyway—”

“You two didn’t fuck?” Levi says, and I turn to see him lying face down on the leather couch, his chin propped up on the armrest as he watches me with a dubious expression. Leif braces his elbows on his knees and holds a steaming cup of coffee in one hand while he rubs at his temple with the other, and Ash is lying flat on his back in the middle of an Escher inspired rug. It hurts my eyes just looking at it.

“No we didn’t fuck,” I mutter, glaring at him.

“Ha! Pay up, motherfuckers,” Zed says, pointing his bright green spatula at both Levi and Ash. Apparently Leif hadn’t bet against his brother.

“You guys really bet on whether Coop and I had sex?”

“Well, it’s not really a question of whether you will, it’s more like when,” Levi says, hopping up off the couch and walking towards us. I swear I hadn’t intended for my gaze to drop to his crotch, but there is some serious erection going on there. I don’t know how he can be comfortable walking around with the fucking kraken in his pants.

“Though if you keep staring at my dick, we might need to change that bet, Red.”

“I’m sorry … I ...”

“It’s okay, most women can’t take their eyes off of it either.”

“How do you even, how does it …” I stop and shake my head. “Never mind.”

“Well I didn’t make sausage.” Zed chuckles as he glances at me. “But if you feel like it, there seems to be enough on display in this room.”

I groan and smack my head against the counter. “Zed, please tell me you have coffee?”

“Yup.”

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