Page 32 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“No, it’s not okay,” she whispers. “I made shitty choices. But you have to know I did lo?—”
“Get some sleep.” I cut her off fast because I can’t hear that right now.
She turns away without another word, burrowing into the blanket as if she’s trying to disappear. I scrub a hand through my hair, feeling every complicated emotion crash over me at once. For a second, I just stand there, watching her breathe, before I shove the mess of feelings down and head back to my guys.
CHAPTER
TEN
ADDISON
Ihave to be dead.
When I manage to crack open one blurry eye, it’s pitch black in the room, andI have no clue where the hell I am or what time it is.
The sheets are caught around my legs, like I’ve spent the night fighting for my life, and my mouth is dry as hell.
I reach blindly toward where I hope there’s a nightstand, praying my phone somehow made it here with me—though considering I can barely remember my own name right now, that feels a little optimistic.
But then my fingers brush against something cold and familiar. I flip my phone over, and the second the screen lights up, my eye snaps shut again like I’ve just been eye-fucked by the sun.
Squinting, I manage to catch the time.
Ugh, 2:49 a.m.
A groan punches out of me as I flop back onto the bed, dragging a hand down my face.
I flick my phone’s flashlight on, blinking through what I’m pretty sure is one bloodshot eye, trying to get a read on where Iam, and then it all comes rushing back to me. Drinking with Roman, Zeke, and Jasper, followed by Roman hauling my drunk ass to bed.
So, yeah. I guess I stayed the night. Or half the night. Whatever.
I swing my legs out of bed because my bladder is screaming at me. I push up to stand, wobbling slightly, but thankfully, I’m sober enough—or at least not dead enough—to think for myself. Shuffling toward the door like some sad zombie, I crack it open and step into the hall.
Of course these rich assholes have the biggest cabin on the mountain.
Stepping out of the room, I spot a light spilling down the hall—the bathroom, thank God. After taking care of business and rinsing my hands under water that I really wish was warmer, I start to tiptoe back to my room when I hear voices. I freeze, my heart thudding against my ribs as I strain to listen. That’s definitely Roman, though the words are lost in the darkness.
I know exactly what I’m listening for, and yeah, maybe it’s the alcohol still buzzing through my veins, or perhaps it’s just pure curiosity, but my feet are already moving before my brain can catch up with why this is probably a terrible idea.
I follow the sounds, each step taking me closer until they’re unmistakable. When I slowly push the door open, it feels like stumbling straight into a porno I didn’t even know I needed—three almost-naked men, wearing nothing but boxer briefs, standing at the foot of the bed in what can only be described as a perfect triangle of lust.
Zeke drags slow, open-mouthed kisses down Roman’s throat, his fingers sinking against Jasper’s ass, pulling him closer in a way that makes my thighs clench. Roman groans into Jasper’s mouth as they kiss, his hands roaming in a way that feels… familiar.
Jasper gasps when Roman fists a hand in his hair, yanking hishead back to kiss him harder, rougher, while Zeke’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of Jasper’s briefs, teasing the crease of his ass. Roman’s other hand grips Zeke’s hair, yanking him closer, dragging him into the kiss until all three of them are a mess of greedy mouths and possessive hands.
I should look away, but I’m frozen.
I shouldn’t be standing here, pressing my thighs together like some shameless voyeur, but holy hell, they’re intoxicating.
Roman’s body is a masterpiece. Tattoos cover every muscle, from his neck to his thighs, like someone took sex and sketched it across his skin. And yeah, I’m like many women who have a serious thing for ink, especially when it’s wrapped around a body like his.
The other two are both unmarked, but no less lethal. Smooth, golden skin stretched over sculpted muscle that speaks to every hour spent in the gym and on the ice.
I need to drag my sorry, aching body back to the empty bed I crawled out of and pretend I never saw any of this. Pretend I’m not already imagining what it would feel like to be pinned between them.
But of course, the floorboard betrays me with a creak as I take a step back.
Stupid, ancient, noisy-as-hell cabin.
