I turned to see yet another illegally gorgeous man, younger than Orion, but not by much I’d guess.
“Drake, meet Raquel.”
He grinned. “You’re Doc’s sister.”
“I am.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said, pulling me in for a bear hug.
“What the fuck are you doing, Drake?” Orion snapped, pulling me behind him.
“It’s fine,” I said, feeling my face heat.
Drake laughed. “I was just making Raquel feel welcomed.”
“Well, you can do that without touching her,” Orion ground out.
I tugged my wrist away from the vice grip of his hand holding it and tried to shrink into the floor. Violet held another shot of tequila out to me and I took it and downed it quickly.
“I’m gonna take Raquel upstairs,” Orion said.
I shook my head. “No, you’re not.”
“Yeah, I am.”
“No, that’s okay,” I countered.
“I think we should talk about this.”
“I think we’re good,” I argued.
“We’ll be right back,” he said, and took my hand again, practically dragging me away from his family and pulling me through a door just off the kitchen. I quickly realized it was a bunkroom of sorts and looked like it was set up for younger kids with the bright bedding and Marvel movie posters.
“What are you doing?” I growled.
“I thought we had a plan,” he said.
“You failed to mention it was family night and that yourentirefamily was here,” I pointed out. “I am not going upstairs with you when you know very well they could report back what we’re doing to my brother. Nope, no way in hell.”
“No one’ll say a goddamn thing.”
“But they’ll know. I was liking this being between you and me,” I said.
“So, you’renotgonna let me bury my dick deep inside of you?” he asked, pushing me against the wall gently and leaning down to get eye level with me.
I shivered. “Not tonight, no.”
“Are you sure?” He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, and I squeezed my eyes shut, taking a deep breath.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Liar,” he rasped, covering my mouth with his.
I couldn’t stop myself from looping my arms around his neck and thrusting my tongue between his lips. His hands slid to my ass, squeezing gently, then lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
I’d never had someone strong enough to haul me around, and Orion did it with ease. Considering I was one hole-punch away from a free Cinnabon, my twelfth in less than a year, this was impressive.
His hands slid under my T-shirt and his nail scraped my nipple, eliciting a moan from me and driving me to distraction.
