Atlas is already at the fridge, pulling out ingredients with the kind of focus that suggests he's been waiting for us to finish our drama. Punk perches on the counter beside him, phone abandoned, watching us with an expression I can't quite read.
“Finally,” Atlas says without turning around. “Thought you two were gonna fuck right there on the couch.”
Asher scoffs. “Pshh. You fucking wish.” He pulls out a stool, and I go to take one too but he forces me up onto his lap instead.
I settle onto his lap, my ass fitting against his thighs like we've done this a thousand times. How the hell did this man just dismantle my tantrum and make me complicit. Like a toddler.
His hand lands on my knee, forcing me closer into his lap.
Atlas turns, eggs in one hand, vegetables in the other. His grin wide and entirely too knowing. “So, tonight.”
“What about tonight?” I ask, grateful for the distraction since Asher's dick is pressed against my tail bone and all I can think is what it feels like inside me.
“I've got a plan.” Atlas sets the ingredients on the counter and leans back against it, crossing his arms. “And you're both coming.”
Asher's hand slides up my thigh. Slow. “To where?” I try to focus on Atlas instead of the heat pooling low in my belly. Instead of the way my thighs want to part for him.
I fight a groan, coughing and leaning forward. I thought it'd give me distance from him, but all it does is give Asher a better vantage point of me being bent over.
“The fun kind.” Atlas's eyes gleam. “The kind that may get us arrested.”
Asher's fingers tighten against my leg. “Don't know… kind of thinking I wanna stay in…” his playful tone tugs at the corner of my mouth.
Atlas catches it, eyes narrowing before dipping around me and landing on his brother. “You both wanna stop humping all over each other and focus for a second?
I burst out a laugh, turning while making sure I put extra pressure on his crotch before sliding off.
Asher glares at me as I move through to the dining table where Luce and Jord have been watching.
Asher finally answers his brother. “Who's 'us'?”
“Me, you two, Luce, Jord.” Atlas ticks off names on his fingers. “Maybe Punk if she's feeling it. Keep it small…and Camille.”
Punk snorts from where she's sitting. “I'm feeling it.”
“See?” Atlas grins. “It's like one big happy family.”
“Now there's a thought,” Jord mutters under his breath.
I could fucking kill Atlas.
Of course he makes sure to bring Camille tonight, despite the fact that he knows I don't want her here.
My phone vibrates against my thigh, and I reach inside to grab it out, pausing when I see Parker's name flash over the screen.
I grind my teeth. If I make it obvious that something has pissed me off, it'll end up with Camille trying to fake her way into fixing it, or Ivy forcing the answers out of me with me even realizing.
Bold. Even for you.
My lip twitches as my thumb flies over the screen.Nah. I prefer creative.
I shut my screen off and shove my phone back in my pocket, shooting back my whiskey.
“Okay, wait!” Punk yells over the loud music. “Are you telling me that you have mommy issues?”
I pause, drink short from my mouth.
Atlas forces a smile on his mouth. “Now how the fuck did you get that?”
