cold as fuck.
“King,” Derrick responds in return.
Fire and life are burning within Derrick’s eyes again. He’d know that look anywhere. He can read that look down to his twin’s soul. Derrick stands up, swaying some. He shakes his head at his brother’s present condition. That condition being drunk. Let this work. Please let this fucking work out.
“I have a feeling Derrick is going to fuck this up,” Rory whispers to him.
“No,” Ariana whispers back. “She’s here, isn’t she? She’s not giving up so someone needs to warn him to make sure he takes the opportunity.”
“I better do something,” he tells the two.
Before he can even step toward the husband and wife to diffuse what could be the final bomb in their marriage, Derrick’s drunk ass stumbles…right into Stella. Stella crashes down onto the leather seat with Derrick landing right on top of her.
“Oh shit,” Rory says and takes a step toward the entangled couple.
Before Rory gets any further, he slams a palm against his little brother’s chest to stop him.
Derrick being the drunk asshole that he is, takes full advantage of his position and pins Stella right beneath him, planting a kiss just as she’s about to protest. Laughter roars from the depths of his chest at the scene. Their men hoot and cheer their boss on alongside him.
“Well, that’s one way to beg for forgiveness,” Ariana laughs.
He pulls his angel against him and crashes his lips onto hers, claiming her as well. She yelps in surprise but gives into him almost immediately. She melts into his arms and opens to let him in.
Like the first time. Like every time. Like always.
The taste of her stirs every muscle in his body and every cell of his being. She’s the sweetest honey he’s ever sampled.
“Adam!”
Stella’s scream forces him to end his kiss. He touches his head to Ariana’s forehead and sighs, rolling his eyes. Ariana smiles and laughs at him before he checks to see what the hell is so important now.
“Help me!” Stella yells out.
“Family first,” Ariana jests.
He couldn’t agree with her more. He’s lucky to have a woman that can understand that sentiment even with everything that she’s gone through with her own family.
Fucking Derrick. His drunk ass twin brother is passed the fuck out and probably suffocating his wife beneath him.
Chase and Rory are trying to pull Derrick off of her but he’s dead weight at this point. Comparable to a fucking slob of a whale. They aren’t going to succeed without his help.
“Oh, dear God,” he says, stalking over and laughing the whole way. The sound of his angel’s laughter follows behind him.
“I am my drunk ass brother’s keeper,” he growls out.
After the high of his existence, he’s laying wide awake and watching the sunrise in misery. Pure misery. That’s what he’s feeling at the moment.
An arm and a leg wrap tighter around him, keeping him in place when he’d much rather be elsewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere but here.
He sighs out his frustration.
He feels a hand running over his naked torso and lips brushing the inside of his neck with hips digging into his side.
“Oh, FUCK THAT!” he yelps out.
With brute force, he shoves Derrick off of him.
“What the fuck?” Derrick slurs out. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” his brother asks again once his ass is coherent enough to comprehend what he’d just been doing.
“Gross,” Chase murmurs from somewhere on the large bed. “Derrick molested you, didn’t he?” Chase asks.
“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” Derrick asks. “Where’s Stella?”
He and Derrick sit upright simultaneously. He can’t even move his fucking legs because Rory’s sprawled out over them, sound asleep.
Chase is lying with his eyes closed on the other side of Derrick, arm resting peacefully over his forehead.
“I just got fucking engaged yesterday and I had to spend the night sleeping with you drunk fools!” he barks out at his siblings.
“Derrick’s fault,” Rory says through a yawn. “Boss can’t handle his liquor.”
“What the hell happened?” Derrick asks.
“You got fucking wasted,” Chase answers. “Again.”
“Then you passed out on top of Stella nearly killing your wife,” Rory adds.
“We carried you back up here and put you in bed but your pansy-ass put up a fight so we had to stay and tend to your ass,” he tells Derrick.
“My wife?” Derrick asks. “Stella was here…at the club. She came back!”
“No shit and you probably fucked up your last chance,” Chase says through a yawn.
“Where is she?” Derrick asks in a panic.
“The fuck if I know,” he growls in response and kicks