Page 24 of Wicked Deceit
Fuckity fuck. Kill me now.
“I know nothing,” I mumble, hiding my blazing red cheeks from their snickers.
“Mmhmm,” he hums, squeezing my calf.
“Shut it! And go to sleep,” I hiss through my embarrassment, hoping sleep will claim me quickly before I die.
After the mortification settles in, I’m finally able to close my eyes. Whatever I said or didn’t, be damned. Exhaustion has been a steady flowing feeling throughout the past four days, and I succumb to it without a second thought. Weird dreams plague my sleep, all featuring a certain giggle I can’t get out of my head.
I jolted awake several times, covered in sweat and panting like I had just run a mile. My heart pounded against my chest, but thankfully after some coaxing from Chase, I could fall back to sleep and start the horrible process all over again.
Asthemorningsunrolls in, peeking through the windows of my new room, an alarm beside the bed goes off. Chase groans, rolling toward it and smashing it with a hand. He groans, pounding his fist into it a few times, but it doesn’t do a damn thing. It still beeps an overly annoying sound.
“It’s your phone,” I mumble into the pillow, wishing the alarm would die a fiery death and burn in hell for waking me up. Even though I went to sleep yesterday at five o’clock, my body still doesn’t feel rested.
“Shit,” he curses, reaching for it again, and tosses it across the room. It hits the wall with a thump, still beeping its annoying song.
“Smooth move, Elf Ears,” Carter grunts, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed. He runs a hand down his face and stands, thrusting his arms above his head. He groans when he stretches, even bending to touch his toes. “You didn’t turn it fucking off. You just moved the fucking thing.” Carter gripes, waltzing toward the phone on the ground. He picks it up, inspects it, and tosses it at Chase’s head.
“Ouch, shithead!” Chase yelps when the phone hits him on the side of his temple. He frowns, rubbing at the spot, scowling at Carter’s retreating back. “Asshole didn’t have to throw it.” Chase uses his index finger to peck at his phone screen, griping when it beeps all over again.
“Make it stop,” Seger whines, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I don’t wanna, please, mommy,” he whines again while squeezing my body.
“You have to,” I rasp, peeking an eye open, and pushing against his body. “Go to school.” Even though the boys sustained a few injuries from the accident, the doctor cleared them to return to normal activities, minus sports. Thankfully, football is over, and they’re done for the year. Or I think the doctor would have had a fight on his hands.
“We can’t miss any more days,” Zepp says, waltzing out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his toned waist.
I raise a brow at the marvelous sight before me. Water dripping from the long strands on his hair and falling on his sculpted, yet bruised and battered chest. As I take in his gorgeous body, I suck in a breath noting the puke yellow bruise on his collarbone in the shape of a seatbelt. My stomach lurches as memories attack my brain. Shaking my head, I take in a few deep breaths when the bed moves from behind me, and Seger gets to his feet. Stretching his arms above his head, he doesn’t hide the fact he’s naked, and showing all his glory–and morning wood–to the entire room. I watch for an ungodly amount of time, thankful to have my mind off the bruises lining Zepp’s chest. Although, it’s short lived when Seger leans over me and kisses my cheek, begging through murmurs to let him stay, too. Bruises line his chest as well, in various states of healing.
“Go to school,” I say through a yawn. “I’ll be here when you get back.” Seger sighs but nods in agreement, leaving the room to get dressed.
“They’re better than they look,” Zepp says, walking through the bedroom door. The sound of him rummaging through his dresser and getting dressed filters into the room.
“You fuckers will be late if you don’t get a goddamn move on it,” Carter shouts from the living room with a growl. “I’m going home!” he calls again before popping his head back into the doorway. “You,” he says, pointing a finger at me with a snarl, tugging his lips over his teeth. He can try to be as intimidating as he wants, but he’s not.
“Me?” I say with false innocence, placing my hand over my heart.
“Yes, Vixen. You, you stubborn ass woman, stay put today. No TV. No computer. And no fucking moving. Don’t you dare answer the fucking door! Stay. The. Fuck. Put.” He growls through gritted teeth, fingers digging into the wood of the door frame.
I scrunch my nose as an odd sensation trickles to my core. “Yes, Sir,” I say with sarcasm, giving him a sloppy salute.
For a millisecond, Carter’s eyes heat at the word Sir, but instead of commenting, he huffs and rolls his eyes. A frown takes over his lips, and then he walks away from us, stomping his feet. Moments later, the front door crashes open and slams shut with a thud, leaving us all stunned. Moody bastard. Sometimes I think he needs to vent some more of his frustrations. Either by pounding Seger’s face in or pounding me into the mattress. Not until I’m healed, of course.
“I don’t know why Grumpy is so worried. I’m staying with Sunshine today,” Chase says with a lazy smile, tightening his hold on me.“Someone has to, and I volunteered,” he mumbles with pride.
Seger grumbles, “No fucking, Benoit. She needs to heal, and the last thing she needs is for you to rearrange her insides with your sloppy thrusts.”
Chase scoffs, shaking the bed when he sits up in a huff. “I do not have sloppy thrusts! My thrusts are fine, asshole.”
“Right,” Seger murmurs, poking the bear with his eye roll.
“Sunshine, tell them my thrusts are fine! You enjoy it when I rearrange your insides,” he huffs, scrunching his nose.
I grab his arm, pull him back into bed, and snuggle into his bare chest. “Your dick is fine, and your thrusts are fine. Now, let’s go back to bed,” I mumble into his chest.
“See,” Chase says, sticking his tongue out.
Seger snickers, leaning in to kiss my head. “Be a good girl today, Angel.” Lightly he taps my ass and then turns to leave the room fully dressed in his uniform.
