“Split your eyebrow,” Holden continues.
“Broke your ribs,” Les remarks.
“Okay. I get it,” I grump. “Ryder can kick my ass.”
Les laughs again, and I’m just relieved to hear the sound. She kisses me noisily on the cheek. “You fought a good fight, though.”
“No.” I jokingly push her face away. “Keep your mean lips away from me.”
She shrugs, turning to Holden and laying a kiss on his lips. “Holden doesn’t mind,” she says, and the little asshole grins.
“You fucker,” I mutter, which makes his grin widen.
Evander and Mateo walk back in dressed in more comfortable clothes. Mateo is in a pair of what looks like my ball shorts and a faded shirt, and Evander is in an equally faded shirt and grey sweatpants. I avert my eyes away from his cock, perfectly outlined, showing what Evander is packing. I look at Les, and she’s trying not to look either. It looks huge. We lock eyes and dissolve into laughter, giggling like fucking schoolgirls.
“What the hell?” Evander asks, sitting on the couch, which causes us to laugh harder.
Holden clears his throat, drawing our attention. When we look, he raises an eyebrow and then waggles them, letting us know he saw it too. Holden is a whole different person lately, thanks to Les.
Ryder steps in front of the loveseat looking between Les and me. “I’m not even going to ask.” He looks at Holden. “I leave for two seconds, and you steal my seat.”
Holden shrugs, plucks Les from her seat, flops her down in his lap, then scoots over.
Ryder drops down beside him with a laugh. “Well played.” Ryder stretches his arm across the loveseat, letting his fingers lay on Holden’s shoulder.
Les and I notice and give each other the eyes again, silently talking and then laughing again.
“What the fuck is wrong with you guys?” Dex asks.
“It must run in the family,” Les says, wiping tears from her cheeks, this time from laughter.
Dex frowns, then shakes his head, looking back at his phone.
“It was fucking huge,” Holden whispers.
“This coming from the guy with a monster cock,” I whisper back, making Les choke.
“Don’t make me separate you three,” Ryder says, shoving his hand in my face and pushing me back from Holden before laying his hand back on his shoulder.
Les widens her eyes comically, darting a glance at Ryder’s hand. “Did he just piss on Holden?” she whispers.
Holden makes a choking, laughing noise before turning blood red. “NO,” he says too loud, causing all eyes to snap to him. “No,” he whispers.
I snort. “A little late for subtly, bro.”
“I feel like you two talk without actually talking,” Mateo says, gesturing between Les and me.
“I feel like they’re a bad influence on Holden,” Ryder adds, pushing my face away again.
“Motherfucker, I will bite you,” I warn.
He leans around Les. “Really? Bite me?” I snap my teeth and then grin. “You’re fucking crazy,” Ryder says, shaking his head.
“Wait. Did you just call me a bad influence?” Les asks, catching up to the conversation just a bit too late.
“Wow,Il mio sole,” Ryder laughs. “Where was your head?”
“In Evander’s sweatpants,” I mutter quietly. Ryder’s head snaps to me with narrowed eyes.Oops. Maybe not quiet enough.
