Delinquents Turned Fugitives - Ann Denton Page 0,49

I swore the room tilted on its axis.

Evan came seconds later, collapsing on top of me. His sweat-slicked body encased mine and he pulled me up in his arms for a hug before rolling us so that I lay on top of him.

He caressed my back and I rested my cheek on his chest, listening to the thud of his heartbeat as it slowed. I felt peaceful and centered again.

Until I remembered. "Amulet protection?"

Evan's laugh shook my entire body. "Don't worry. Z stuffed an amulet in every room in this house when Malcolm gave you that bath. You won't get pregnant."

I rolled my eyes. "He's so ridiculous."

"Speaking of ridiculous ... I can't believe you've let Gray get away with that nose-dick thing," Evan commented.

I tilted my head to the side. "You're right. Other things temporarily eclipsed that. But when it comes to a prank war, justice must be served."

Evan's eyes lit up. "You’re so hot when you’re plotting. How can I help?"

16

Evan and I tried, and failed, not to be obvious as we drank our coffee at the foot of the stairs, peering up into the hall that led to the bedrooms, waiting like cats who’d spotted a canary.

As soon as Z shuffled out of his room, his eyes narrowed on us. Instead of going to the bathroom, he skipped down the stairs shirtless, his basketball shorts hanging loosely over his hips, letting me ogle the epic v of his hip bones. “So, what are we doing?” He looped his arm around my shoulders and peered up the steps.

“Shh,” I shushed him. But, being Z, he didn’t listen. Zavier just grabbed my coffee cup and helped himself to a sip.

“This is not super stealthy, you know,” he commented.

I turned, yanking my coffee cup back. It spilled all over my hand; I was lucky it was lukewarm. “Just be quiet and listen.”

“Listen for wha—”

Zavier’s question was cut off when we heard a moan waft down the hallway. Evan and I both bounded up the stairs, ignoring the coffee stains we left in our wake.

“What’s going on?” Z whined as he trailed us.

I didn’t bother to answer. I sprinted down the hall behind Evan, who yanked open the last door on the right. We all barged inside in time to see Gray thrust his hips up in his sheets and turn a bright, neon-orange as he shuddered and whispered, “Oooooh.”

“Whoa! Wait!” Z blocked his eyes, but then spread his fingers so he could see through them anyway. “Was that what I thought it was. Did he just …”

“It’s called a spontaneous orgasm,” I winked.

Gray smiled languidly at me from the bed. “If this is your revenge … it’s an epic failure, nemesis. And I mean epic. That orgasm was awesome.”

Evan and I exchanged a grin and started to chuckle.

I turned back to Gray, innocence plastered across my face, eyes wide as I asked, “So, did you like it?”

Immediately, Gray’s hips started bucking again. His skin lit up like a highlighter. Three quick hip pumps later and he gave another porn star moan.

I glanced at my watch. “That was a disappointing showing there, Mr. Mars. You’ll need a little more stamina.”

This time, Gray didn’t have a languid grin. He threw off his covers and stood. We could all see a massive wet spot on the front of his gray pajama pants from his ‘happy times.’

“That second was less than a minute later. What the hell! What kind of spell is this?” he growled.

But … that did it.

Gray humped the air where he stood, turning as orange as a traffic cone while he did.

Z pulled out his phone and started videotaping, but I couldn’t tell if he actually got anything in the frame, he was shaking too hard as he laughed.

Evan turned me toward him and gave me a quick high five as Gray fell to his knees and humped the air like a horny dog.

“Howl, baby, howl,” Z taunted, scooting around the bed so he was well out of Gray’s reach as the other man came. Again.

As soon as Gray recovered, he stomped over to Evan and grabbed him by the shoulder. “You helped her?”

He still didn’t get it.

But by the time Gray had found his next orgasm—he’d refused to let go of Evan and had humped his hip furiously, punishing both of them but sending Z and I to the floor in stitches. Tears streamed down my face at Evan’s red-faced discomfort and Gray’s clench-jawed, orange faced determination not to suffer alone—or