move and then she tripped over the laundry basket at her feet. Hands and feet flailing, she fell over the basket and right at Sledge’s feet. “Fancy?” she asked as she reached out and touched Sledge’s foot.
“No,” he growled.
“Oh, my God! I touched his foot while he’s giving it to Queenie.” Kimber scrambled backward and tipped the basket of laundry over.
“He’s still giving it to her?” Fancy squawked. “I don’t know if that’s commendable or not.” Fancy was inching along the wall trying to make her escape, but she was headed the wrong way. She bumped into the end of the hallway and let out a squawk. “Please tell me that was the wall and not Sledge’s dick.”
“What in the fuck is going on here?”
Uh oh.
Of course, in all of the commotion, Fancy and Kimber had called attention to themselves.
Quinn stood in the entrance to the laundry room with his arms folded over his chest and a scowl on his face.
Kimber reached up into the air. “Quinny? Is that you? I can’t see, but that sounded like your growl.”
“Oh, God. This is like an orgy now. Someone get me out of here.” Fancy pounded on the wall and stepped back.
Right into Quinn.
“Everybody stop!” Dyno called.
Oh, great. Another person to add into the mix. Sitting on the table with Sledge covering me with his body was not how I expected our first kiss to go.
“What in the ever-living fuck is going on here?” Quinn thundered.
“I’m just trying to do laundry and these two were getting their freak on,” Kimber shouted. She pointed at what I’m sure she thought was Sledge and me, but she actually pointed at Quinn.
“I heard Kimber shout so I did what any good friend would do and came running to defend her honor.” Fancy reached blindly behind her. “Was that my Dinosaur who told us to stop moving?”
“The fact you two don’t know the voice of your guys is slightly troubling,” I laughed.
“We’re blind!” they shouted in unison.
“Because when you close your eyes, your ears stop working.” Quinn reached down and lifted Kimber off the floor. She curled into his body and held onto him like a monkey. “I’m seriously going to start limiting where you can go. You’re getting into trouble everywhere.”
“Hey,” Kimber protested, “I was just trying to wash your boxer briefs. How am I the one in trouble?”
Quinn hoisted her over his shoulder and turned around. “You gonna leave your woman searching for a fucking exit or pick her up?” he grunted at Dyno.
Fancy whimpered as she reached back for Dyno. “Help,” she squeaked.
“Woman,” Dyno grumbled. He grabbed her hand, pulled her into his body, and lifted her into his arms. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a porno in your life.”
“I don’t wanna see a porno of people I know!” Fancy gagged and smacked Dyno on the arm. Her eyes were still closed and she pointed in the direction of the wall. “Get me out of here, perv.”
Dyno grumbled that he wasn’t the one who walked in on Sledge and me getting it on.
“We weren’t getting it on,” I shouted.
“Right,” Quinn drawled. He ducked out of the laundry room, followed by Dyno and Fancy.
“Don’t be ashamed of getting it on, girlfriend. Just maybe next time take it to you room. Or at least a place with a door,” Kimber called.
I buried my face in Sledge’s shoulder. His body rumbled beneath me and a deep chuckle rolled off his lips.
“Why are you laughing now?” I shrieked. “That was the most embarrassing thing ever.”
“It was embarrassing, sugar, but then Kimber and Fancy made it fucking funny.”
I growled and pushed him away. “You see the humor in things way more than I do, Sledge.”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “Good. I’ll be your humor, and you’ll be my anchor.”
I wrinkled my nose. “An anchor?”
“Yeah, sugar. You keep me grounded.”
Oh, well. That sounded better than an anchor. “That isn’t going to be my new nickname though, is it?”
“I think I’ll stick with sugar.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “And now I think we better get your clothes back on before Petra and Rhino walk in on us.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned. “Kimber and Fancy are probably already telling them everything. Grab my clothes so we can get out there and stop the tall tales.”
Sledge grabbed my shirt and bra and handed them to me. “You’re probably right. They’re probably going to say I had a five-foot dong and you were doing cartwheels