Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,115
on his lap.
“Just wait, she’s hilarious” Trick says but I’m too focused on the game to make a comeback.
“Die fucker, die!!” I yell suddenly, and someone snickers as someone else mutters damn. I ignore them. “Think you can sneak up on me! Well jokes on you dickface” I grin as I shoot the fucker in several spots, “now you’ll bleed out slowly” I chuckle.
“Well fuck me Angel, I really do love it when you get all blood thirsty” Jensen says a dreamy quality to his voice that has me smirking. He must've said that at least twice in the last couple of day's.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that, that was the same guy that killed Luc a couple of rounds back” Riot chuckles darkly and my smirk just widens as I continue to focus on the game.
“So fucking hot” Atlas mutters.
“Damn straight” Trick chuckles from behind me.
“God damn it, stupid ass motherfucking cuntcake!” I yell huffing and thrusting the controller to the side for someone else to have a go since the bastard just killed me.
No one takes it off me though all of them too busy laughing their asses off, I huff as I grin. It’s not that funny. Eventually they calm down and we spend the rest of the day playing games apart from a brief break for lunch. Before long it’s time to get ready go and I stand up and stretch. I’ve ended up sitting with each of them throughout the afternoon and although it’s been fun I am really excited to get out and do something.
“How’re we getting down there?” I ask, “will we all fit in the truck?”
“Yeah we should do, it’ll be a squeeze though. You might have to sit in the very back with Jensen since you two are the smallest” he adds.
“Dude Jensen is hardly small” I reply with a scoff looking over Jensen’s five foot eleven, well-muscled frame appreciatively.
“No but he is the smallest of us” Trick chuckles at my obvious reaction to Jensen whilst Jensen starts to pull some ridiculous poses that have me in fits of laugher.
“Right I’m going to get changed before he pulls a pose that ends up in him falling on his ass” I chuckle harder as I walk up the stairs and he yells up behind me pretending to be offended.
Everyone soon follows me and I step into my room closing my door behind me. I rummage through my suitcase and decide to wear my long sleeved V neck Henley and top it off with my leather jacket, not my bike one. I pull on my new snow boots that go surprisingly well with my outfit. They’re black suede and faux fur mukluk style boots that reach my knee and have leather cords wrapped around them. They’re ridiculous toasty. I put a quick swipe of mascara and eyeliner on, adding a coat of lip gloss for good measure.
Grabbing my jacket I make my way downstairs and I’m mildly surprised that I’m the only one down here. Before I can ponder it for too long though there’s a noise on the stairs and I automatically turn to look.
“Oh my god” I mutter as my jaw drops.
Standing on a step each the guys are all wearing plaid shirts in various colours, Jensen and Cash have their shirts still open revealing delicious abs and Atlas and Trick have an axe and the chainsaw casually resting on their shoulders which confuses me momentarily until Jensen speaks up.
“What do you think Ever, are we sexy lumberjacks?” he tries to ask with a straight face but a smirk breaks through.
I burst out laughing realising what they’re referring too.
“You little shits, am I ever going to live that comment down?” I groan still chuckling.
“Nope” Atty replies grinning.
“In that case, yes you all look like deliciously sexy lumberjacks and I’d like to climb you all one at a time or maybe a few at once” I smirk as I’m greeted by a mixture of shocked sounds and turned on growls. “Unfortunately we’ve got to go, come on boys” I grin as I walk towards the door.
“Wait we’ve got to change” Riot calls out.
“Out of everything that she just said that’s the bit you focus on!?” Atlas asks incredulously and I chuckle.
“My brains sort of short circuited, there’s not a lot of blood getting to it right now” he defends seriously and I hear several grunts of agreement before the sound of my laughter drowns them out.