over there?”
He barked out a laugh. “Because you said Wade was lonely and I was an asshole.”
“Oh.” I was going to stop asking questions.
****
“I’m stuck and I have to use the bathroom.” Wade’s sleepy demand and wiggles had me sighing and rolling over.
That wasn’t a good idea. “Me too.”
Damned alcohol.
Damned Austin.
Damned elephant.
I wasn’t going to be a pleasant person if it didn’t get off my head. “Why do we drink so much?”
“To provide me with endless entertainment, obviously.”
Tristan was a dick—but he was my dick.
Wait. That didn’t make sense.
“Don’t make me complain in my head. It’s hard.” I wasn’t sure why that made Tristan laugh, but I decided I didn’t care.
Forcing one eye open as Wade scrambled off the bed, I sat up and groaned as the elephant started to dance. “I hate Austin.”
“I think you might still be drunk.” He was too damned cheerful.
Frowning at him, I sighed. “You’re mean.”
He nearly giggled. “But you’re fascinating when you’re drunk. And I wasn’t even upset when I had to come rescue you from the toilet. I think that makes me the best boyfriend ever.”
Boyfriend?
My face must have asked that question because his grin got wider. “Wade filled me in on that one. But calling me and demanding I come over and rescue you after you fell off the toilet was a clue too.”
Good grief.
“I refuse to believe that.” Rolling over, I forced my feet toward the direction I was fairly sure was the floor and then smiled as I got it right. Standing up, I put one foot in front of the other and actually made it to the doorway.
Tristan was still wearing that annoying shit-eating grin. “If you’re nice to me, I’ll tell you that I made coffee for you guys.”
Okay, maybe I did love him.
“I’m always nice.” The spank he gave my ass as I walked by showed that while my brain wasn’t working, my dick was. All I wanted to do was moan and beg for another, but then my bladder poked me again. “Hold that thought.”
I was slightly more human when I finally made it out of the bathroom. I expected to find Wade drinking the coffee Tristan had bribed me with, but he was hiding in the doorway of his bedroom. “Why did you take so long?”
I was not answering that question.
Whispering back, I glanced down toward the living room. “What are you doing?”
“Hiding.” Wade said that like it should have been obvious.
“Why?” I hadn’t been in the bathroom long enough for there to have been a disaster.
“Because I woke up cuddled next to you and I don’t know what Tristan will say.” His expression said I was an idiot.
“Since I have a vague memory of being told to go back to sleep while he cuddled you, I’m pretty sure he’s not going to be mad.” Yawning, I grabbed his arm and started dragging him toward the living room. “He already said we could sleep together. I just couldn’t have sex unless I asked first. So if he gets pissed that we just slept, he’s an ass.”
Chuckles came from the kitchen. “I made coffee and biscuits. I can’t be an ass.”
Food.
Wade giggled, scooting closer. “Really?”
“Yes, I can smell them.” How had I missed that earlier?
Wade shoved my shoulder. “No, I meant the sex part.”
“Oh yeah, that? Yeah, we already talked about it yesterday.” No point in surprising him with shit like that.
He giggled again then leaned in closer. “I slept with your Dom.”
Sighing, I glared at him. “I was there too.”
Tristan chuckled. “You’re both clearly very naughty omegas. But first, coffee and food.”
“Don’t encourage him.” I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Tristan or Wade, but it probably applied to both of them.
Ignoring both their laughter, I headed to the cabinet where Wade kept the mugs and grabbed mine. Writers do it better. The best part was that it listed off things like murder and sex, which Wade thought was hysterical.
Tristan laughed as he walked over to the stove and pulled out a steaming pan of biscuits. “You sleep over here often enough to have your own mug?”
Wade took that one. “Yes, but in my defense, it’s usually his idea.”
I snorted. “Don’t believe one word of it. He looks so innocent, but he’s a naughty omega.”
“I don’t know about that. He cuddles really sweetly.” Tristan laughed again as I threatened to throw my spoon at him.
“You, on the other hand, were demanding and told me I was an asshole for not cuddling Wade.” His grin