inside of me, he lay there with his eyes closed, body relaxed, and his breathing slow and deep. It took me five seconds of calling his name to realize he’d fallen asleep.
“We need to talk,” Houston informed me the moment we were through the door. We were back inside our hotel suite, and we’d almost gotten here unscathed.
At the edge of the park, we were spotted by early joggers who’d paid no mind to our rumpled clothing or the grass in our hair as they excitedly requested our autographs. By that time, we’d drawn more attention. Once the crowd had gotten too big for us to handle safely, Loren took my hand, and the four of us made a run for it.
Sighing, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to my room before turning and gripping the railing. “Is the topic in any way related to our next show?”
I watched the three of them gape at me with matching, confused frowns. If I weren’t so exhausted and knew better by now, I’d think that they were adorable.
“I didn’t think so,” I said when none of them responded.
I bet they thought me spreading my legs meant all would be forgiven. I’d given them time to plead their case and be heard, and they hadn’t used it wisely, so…no. All was not forgiven.
“Thanks for the orgasms.” Turning, I gingerly climbed the sweeping stairs. Loren and his friends had done a number on me in more ways than one.
What…the hell?
How is it that we kept making the same mistakes? Or maybe we were making all new ones. I didn’t know anymore. I couldn’t tell which way was up.
Houston hadn’t said a word after Braxton left us with our dicks in our hands…so to speak. He’d disappeared inside his room, and not long after, I heard the shower running.
Me, I was sitting at the kitchen island, rubbing my temples and contemplating our next move.
Not all of us had taken her rejection so calmly, though.
“Braxton Francesca Fawn, you open this goddamn door, right now!” Loren shouted as he pummeled her bedroom door.
“Damn it, Lo!” I snapped when my head began to throb out of control. “You know that’s not going to work, so sit the hell down.”
Loren looked at me, back to the door, and then me again before giving her door one last look and kicking it hard as hell.
Returning to the lower level, he dashed into the spare we shared and returned with his stash before rolling up. If nothing else, weed definitely mellowed him whenever he was off his fucking rocker.
“How the fuck is it that she still won’t talk to us?” he said after passing me the joint.
I shrugged as I brought it to my lips and inhaled. “Maybe it’s because she gave us the chance, and you chose to have sex with her instead?”
“Easy for you to judge when you already had her. Sue me. I was feeling left out.”
I shook my head as I regarded my best friend. He was the smartest idiot I knew. “You were better off not knowing how good she feels—at least until she’s done icing us out.”
“I really thought we were coming back for round two,” he admitted before chuckling bitterly. Me too. “I would have even been happy just getting to hold her.”
Laughing at Loren’s expense as he slumped in his stool, I eyed him. “I never took you for a sap.”
He shrugged while staring somberly at the granite countertop. “And I never thought you’d grow some balls, yet here we are.”
Since I was still holding his joint and knew it was the last of his stash, I tossed his shit in the sink and flipped the garbage disposal switch near my leg.
“What did you do that for?” he yelled. His mouth was open as he stared inside the sink in horror.
“Cuz you’re a bitch,” I said while standing up. I flipped the switch when I was sure there was nothing left. “And we agreed a long time ago to quit this shit. Nothing’s changed.”
“Everything’s changed,” he bit back.
I was already walking away from him, so I didn’t respond. I needed a shower, and even though cleaning up was the last thing on my mind, I was hoping it would distract me for a while. As soon as I was done, Loren hopped in, and I knew he’d be occupied for a while.
Motherfucker stayed in there for hours, it seemed.
As soon as I had finished dressing, I called Danielle, our assistant.