I stroke Quinn’s cheek. “Maybe we should go to your bedroom if you’re awake enough?”
“I’m awake enough.”
I take Quinn’s hand as we stand.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Hendrix says. “I assume you’re going to go fuck each other’s brains out?”
“Among other things,” I reply.
“I’m sure there’s lots you’d do that I wouldn’t,” Quinn says.
“Probably.” Hendrix smirks. “I could join you, and we can find out.”
“No,” I say flatly.
“You’re no fun. I only want a one-off threesome with two of the hottest guys in the house. Is that too much to ask?”
“Yes.”
“Quinn? What do you say?”
Quinn shakes his head. “I don’t like you in that way. Sorry.”
Hendrix arches an eyebrow. “But you would be up for a threesome with the right guy?”
“Uh, I didn’t say that,” Quinn stammers, leaning into me.
I wrap my arm around him to support him.
“Ugh. I’m just teasing,” Hendrix says.
“We know.” I give him a stern stare. “Are you done?”
“For now.” He adds milk to the cereal he’s poured into a bowl. “Run along and have fun. Without me.”
“Who’s having fun?” Rory asks as he joins us.
“Stefan and Quinn are going to have hot, noisy sex,” Hendrix says. “But it won’t be that fun, because they won’t let me join in.” His face lights up. “Do you want to have hate sex with me? We wouldn’t even have to go to a bedroom. You could fuck me here.”
“No,” I say.
“I wasn’t asking you.”
“You’re not having sex in the kitchen.”
“I bet someone has.” Hendrix taps his lips. “My money’s on Beau and Fraser.”
I roll my eyes.
“I’m not having hate sex with you,” Rory says. “Or any sex for that matter.”
Hendrix sniffs dramatically. “I live with seven sexy men, and not one of you wants to fuck me. My reverse harem dream is in tatters.”
That makes me laugh, which probably means Hendrix has won.
“Hendrix and his seven Doms.”
“We’re not all Doms,” Rory points out.
