The Raven Four Books 1-3 - Jessica Sorensen Page 0,93

one up for you when he purchased the phone and linked it to our account.” He drapes his arm around my shoulders. “We’ve got you, little raven.”

I pull a wary face. “But, doesn’t that mean you can, like, see all the calls and texts I make and monitor stuff on my phone?”

“Yep. Which is exactly how I want it.” Jax steps up beside me, stuffing his phone into his back pocket. Then he looks at Hunter. “Help her set it up while you guys order. I gotta talk to Quinn for a few minutes.”

Hunter snickers. “By talk, don’t you mean fuck with her head and body?”

Jax shrugs, his gaze briefly zeroing in on Hunter’s arm over my shoulders. “Make sure to keep your hands to yourself,” he warns before heading past the scuffed-up tables and red leather booths and toward a hallway tucked in the far back corner near the labeled bathroom area.

I arch a brow at Hunter. “He’s going to have sex with someone in the bathroom?”

Hunter removes his arm from my shoulders and takes my phone from me. “Kinda.”

Question marks swirl through my mind. “How can you kinda have sex with someone?”

He pauses from typing in my login information and glances up at me then at Zay. “You wanna handle this one? Or should I? ’Cause, while I love talking about sex, I’m not a fan of explaining the fucked-up complication that is Jax’s sex life.”

Zay rolls his eyes. “Like yours isn’t complicated?”

“I never said it wasn’t. I just said that I don’t want to explain Jax’s to her.” He shrugs. “Besides, I got account info to put in, waffles to order, and a unicorn to find. It’s gonna be a long, hard day for Blondie.” He flashes me a grin, and I shake my head but smile.

Zay grimaces, irritation masking his expression. “Fine, I’ll try to explain it to her.”

“Or you could just not,” I suggest. “I don’t really need to know.” But I’m kind of curious. Not that I’m going to admit that aloud, because yeah, that’d be fucking weird.

“Actually, you kind of do,” Zay tells me while Hunter wanders toward the counter.

I shake my head as Hunter says something to a woman standing behind the counter. She isn’t dressed in a waitress uniform, so I’m unsure who she is.

“Ever heard the term TMI?” I ask Zay.

“Yeah, but if you’re going to be living with us, you’re going to have a lot of questions when night rolls around.” He draws the hood of his jacket off his head and scrubs his hand over his short brown hair.

“Why would I move in with you?” I ask. “That’s crazy talk right there.”

“Like Hunter didn’t already make you the offer.” Zay puts his hand at the small of my back and urges me to follow Hunter as he walks away from the counter and swings around the tables, heading toward a corner booth.

“How do you know he did?” I ask suspiciously.

“Because we discussed it last night,” he says as he steers me past the empty tables. “And we know everything each other has done or did.”

“That sounds weird and complicated.”

“It is. Everything about us is, including you. And it’s going to be really fucking complicated when you move in with us.”

“Just because you guys discussed it, that doesn’t mean I’m just going to move in with you. It’s too … weird.” But weird might be an understatement.

“Weird or not, it’s going to happen,” he states matter-of-factly. “You’ll want to eventually. And when you do, you should be prepared for the shit that goes on, ’cause we’re not going to tone it down just because some girl’s living with us.”

My brow curves upward. “Worried I’m gonna ruin your bachelor pad?”

His eyes darken. “No, I’m worried you’re going to freak out when you hear screaming in the middle of the night.”

“I don’t freak out that easily.” I pause as what he said registers. “Wait. Screaming in the middle of the night? You guys got some sort of torture dungeon in that mansion of yours?”

“Kind of.” He scans my expression then leans in, putting his lips beside my ear. “It’s probably not the kind of dungeon you’re thinking of. It’s more of a playroom for Jax’s complicated sex life.”

“You know, I think you’re trying to shock me right now, but it’s not working,” I tell him as I slide into the booth with Hunter, putting myself directly across from him.

Zay sinks down beside me and drapes an arm along the back of