end with a happily ever after. It’s more likely to end with a court case.
My clothes from last night are folded on the dresser, meticulous like everything else in Marek’s bedroom. I smile at the image of him making sure my clothes are perfectly taken care of. Once I’m dressed, I duck into his bathroom and splash cold water on my face to try to gain some sort of balance. Gazing at myself in the mirror, I’m surprised I still look like the same girl I was before last night.
My steps are slow, every one of them full of apprehension for what awaits me below. The railing may as well be a crutch for my shaky legs. I hit the bottom landing, and a sound comes from across the living room.
When I step into the kitchen, Breaker is leaning back in one of the island chairs, his feet kicked up on the counter.
“Good morning.” The sly grin on his face has my cheeks heating. A distraction would be nice right now. My lack of one only seems to please him more by the chuckle that leaves his mouth. “Oh, sweetheart, us boys don’t keep secrets.”
My head springs up at this announcement, just in time to catch Marek waltzing into the kitchen, looking everything like a girl’s dream and nightmare. The way his tattoo moves with his body holds my complete attention.
Does he need to walk around shirtless, though? Sweat beads on his chest. He runs the shirt in his hand over his muscles.
Marek stills beside me, dropping his lips to my temple and kissing me with a grin. “How’d you sleep?”
“Exceptionally well, surprisingly,” I say to Marek’s back. He fills a cup of fresh coffee. Breaker mockingly presses his finger on the underside of my jaw, closing it. I swat him away and whisper, “Asshole.”
“A good night’s sleep tends to happen when you’re fucked to next Tuesday by Marek and Teach over here.” Breaker points over my shoulder, and I check to see what has drawn his attention.
Byron waltzes into the room like not a single memory of mine from last night is true. He pours himself a cup of coffee, then holds up the pot, silently offering me some. I shake my head, and like I’m stuck in a haze, glance around the kitchen. Their powerful stares pin me in place.
“So,” I whisper, running my finger along the underside of the kitchen island.
Two of these boys have seen parts of me I’d blush even admitting, and Breaker, well, he’s looking at me like he can taste me through my clothes. Uncomfortable doesn’t begin to describe the tension building in the room.
Dixon walks in with his black sweatpants hung low on his hips and no shirt, with a little swagger in his step like he knows how good looking he is to the rest of the world. He has a smile for me as he takes a sip of the coffee Byron offers him. I’ve never taken the time to notice how much they resemble each other.
“What’s with the weirdness in the room?” Dixon sits next to Breaker, glancing to him for answers, and then looks at Marek when Breaker only offers him a shrug.
After a few beats, where words should fill the silence, Breaker folds over in laughter.
“Are you two fucking kidding with us right now? When have you ever been too shy to parade your little fucked up escapades around this place?” Breaker inspects Byron and Marek.
“Wait a second, you two didn’t do what I think you did, did you?” Dixon’s manic laughter surprises me. “You guys can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Oh, you bet your ass they did.” Breaker claps his hands together, looking like a proud mother. “Teach got his dick wet courtesy of student of the month over here, and our sweet Marek laid her out while she choked on it. But get this”— he shakes his head— “Marek cuddled with her all night.” He pinches his lips together, amused to the point I think he’ll fall off his stool.
“I didn’t choke,” I argue, realizing far too late how that sounds, and cover my face in embarrassment.
Dixon spits a mouth full of coffee all over the island. “You cuddled with her?” He wipes the amber liquid off his lips.
Dixon’s disbelief should offend me, but I know who I crawled into bed with last night. Marek isn’t the dating type. He’s the hump and dump, no room for attachment kind of guy.
“She isn’t lying.” Byron winks at