“We’ll get out of your two-toned hair in a jiffy,” Addie promises me. “I actually just came here to ask you guys if you wanted to go on a little road trip.”
Reese perks up from her spot on her bed, but I’m not interested. I’m especially not interested when Addie explains that it will be a bunch of them going, and the destination is a beach.
A beach.
As if hanging out in nothing but waterproof underwear all day under the sun is my scene. Hard pass. My pale ass prefers to hang out in the dark. Alone. Far away from sand and salt water and people.
“Everyone loves the beach!” Addie insists.
“I don’t love the beach.”
The duck shifter rolls her eyes at me, and after a little more arguing, she finally gives up on me, much to my relief.
Reese, on the other hand, looks thrilled after they leave our room, practically bouncing with excitement at the prospect of going. Me? I’m just looking forward to having the room to myself again for a few days.
15
Jetta
After watching the group of misfits leave for their beach trip, I let out a sigh of relief and immediately head up to my room and veg out, basking in my privacy. I fall asleep late, leaving my favorite How to Get Away with Murder show streaming on mute all day and night, since Reese isn’t here to turn it off.
In the morning, there isn’t a pack rat rummaging around the room to wake me up or stealing stuffing from my pillows, so I take my time to doze off and on with the curtains closed tight.
When I’m done dozing, I decide I might as well really take full advantage of the alone time. I slip my hands down my shorts to give myself a little good morning.
It’s been...awhile.
I imagine it’s Cliff touching me...and a certain enforcer. I remember the night by the fence when I felt the sexual charge between us, and my strokes quicken as damp heat floods into me. The way Jericho’s hungry gaze watched me that night, the intimate way we shared the cigarette and breathed together in the lapping smoke...it makes me moan.
What would it be like for him and Cliff to touch me at the same time? To be surrounded by Cliff’s gentle comfort and Jericho’s electric want? For two sets of hands to track down my body? Just the thought has my hand moving down, ready to slip a finger inside of me, and—
Knock, knock, knock!
The sound of a fist against my door startles me, yanking me out of my delicious fantasy, and I jerk my hand out of my shorts.
“Go away,” I yell abruptly as I sit up in bed, panting and flushed and pulsing between the thighs.
The person just starts knocking more. Without stopping. Just this incessant rap, rap, rap that makes me want to punch something. Preferably them.
“I said go away!” I snap, but whoever it is isn’t listening.
The knuckles start knocking on the wood louder and louder, and with a mumbled curse, I drag my ass out of bed and hurry over to the window, whipping it open so fast that I nearly break the pane, and then I’m waving air out of it as if that’s somehow going to help dissipate the strong scent of arousal in the next three seconds.
And all the while, the bastard at the door won’t. Stop. Knocking.
Thoroughly pissed off, I stomp over to the door and yank it open. “What?” I snarl.
Jericho stops mid-knock, lowering his fist as he leans against my doorway, like he wasn’t just the world’s most obnoxious knocker ever.
“Good morning.”
Good morning?
“What the fuck do you want?”
His brown eyes glitter with amusement. “You’re as delightful as a daisy in spring.”
“You’re as irritating as a rash.”
His mouth spreads into a grin. “There you go again, trying to seduce me.”
I cross my arms, completely tense and hoping like hell that he’s too distracted to sniff. The open window seems like it isn’t doing anything. Where’s a fucking breeze when you need one?
“Can I help you?”
His eyes caress my body like he wants to eat me up. I try my hardest not to care, but my body responds in kind, and I’m blaming it solely on the fact that he interrupted me before I could get to the good part of good morning. To my utter embarrassment, his attention makes my stomach do a flip while my animal coos like a hussy. When