Page 9 of Wrecked Rose

I clear my throat. “You and Daph were quite the pair tonight, by the way.”

“Whaddaya mean?” Max slicks his tongue over his lip after taking another swallow of his whiskey.

“I mean I hardly ever see either of you drinking.”

“And?”

“You’re all over it tonight. Both of you.”

“Is that a problem?” He glances down at his cup with a slight frown.

I shake my head. “Nah. Not at all. I just noticed.”

“You notice… me? Things I do?”

I blink. “Well.” I stop. Think. Shrug. “I guess I do.”

Max downs the rest of his drink and eyes me with a slight smirk as he plunks his cup back on the countertop. “Griff, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“What do you do with all the girls?”

A crease forms on my forehead. I’m not following. “Huh? The girls?”

Max slides me a devilish grin, laughing softly. “All the girls that get lost in those pretty eyes of yours.” He gazes into them and gives an exaggerated sigh.

I blink at him. “Wait, what?” All my thoughts of pretending nothing happened go up in a puff of smoke. He’s… flirting with me.

“Oh, stop. You know they’re fucking gorgeous.” He catches the corner of his lip between his teeth.

My eyes can’t help but follow. They sweep over the fullness of his lower lip to a hint of a dimple in his cheek and up to his warm hazel eyes.

My dick twitches.

His eyes drop to my lips as he licks his own, and my mouth goes slack when my dick hardens in response.The fuck?Blood pounds through my veins and rushes south. Tensing my jaw, I jerk to my feet. I need distance. I need… something.

Clearing my throat, I grab my cup and throw back the last of the whiskey. I slap Max on the arm. “I’ll be back in a bit. You okay here?”

“Yep. I think I’ll go find Daph and Micah. They said something about watching a movie so we can wind down some after this crowd clears out.” He gives me a lopsided, drunken grin that sends a rush of electricity through me. What. The. Actual. Fuck?

“Good. Maybe I’ll join you in a little bit.” I give him a tight grin and hurry away in search of any girl I can find. Doesn’t matter who it is. Being picky isn’t an option at a time like this.

Chapter 6

Max

Imake an attempt to lift my heavy, cotton-filled, pounding head, and moan long and low with the movement.What the fuck did I do last night? Where am I?My brain is so alcohol soaked I can’t come up with the answers.

The floor under me is carpeted but it’s still uncomfortable for sleeping. Whose idea was this? Shifting a bit, I realize my head is resting on something softer. But firm. Very firm, in fact. A woodsy, manly smell wafts directly up my nose.

I freeze and will my dick not to react. My head is definitely on someone’s muscular chest. There’s also some heat behind me, too, which is supremely baffling. What the hell? Did we have a fucking menage last night?

Anxious excitement floods through my system. Whoever I’m resting on smells freaking good, even after what I assume was a night of crazy drinking. Frowning and more confused than ever, I let my eyes open again to assess myself.Wait.I’m still fully dressed, with the exception of my shoes. I tentatively move a fraction to get a look at this person.

But holy fuck. The slightest movement brings instant regret. My head thumps like a marching band is stomping through it playing their instruments at full volume. This is no doubt the drunkest I’ve ever fucking been, because I’m pretty sure I’mstilla little drunk.

Then I remember—Griff. Me. Whiskey. A freaking countdown kiss. Champagne. More whiskey. And then… nothing. I cringe, realizing I have no recollection of anything that happened after that, no idea of what we talked about or how I got… where?

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