“Holy crap,” I whisper, and he lowers his mouth over mine.
“July, open the door right now.” Kayan yells from outside breaking into the moment.
“Goddammit,” Wes growls, punching the cushion next to my hip and looking at the door.
“Kitten,” is growled, and the pounding gets more frantic. I regretfully slip out from under Wes and go to the door, opening it up only to close it back again when I see that Z has Kayan in his arms, his hand tangled in her hair and his mouth on hers.
“My neighbors are going to sign a petition for me to leave the neighborhood,” I tell Wes, shaking my head.
“You can’t just kiss people,” I hear my friend say breathlessly from the other side of the door, and I open it again and move out of the way as she comes tumbling into the house, Z catching her around the waist before her face hits the hardwood floor.
“What’s going on?” I ask as he rights her and she swipes his hands away from her waist.
“I came to make sure you were okay,” she tells me, looking between Wes and me.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” I frown.
“I may have been frustrated about Z being at my house when I got home and told him about the guy coming to the hospital. I told him not to tell Wes, but no sooner did the words leave my mouth did this big lug call Wes.” She points at Z, who is smiling at her. She glares at him in return, only to have his smile become wider. “You’re annoying.”
“You’ve said that, Kitten,” Z tells her.
“You couldn’t call?” Wes asks, and I look at him and narrow my eyes.
“Don’t be rude.”
“I’m hungry,” he states, making my core tighten.
“I’m hungry too,” Kayan says, and my eyes leave Wes when his head tilts back so that he can look at the ceiling.
“I was going to make tacos.” I sigh.
“Do you have enough?” Kayan asks.
“No,” Wes says as I say, “Yes.”
“Yes, I have plenty.” I narrow my eyes on Wes, daring him to say something else. “Why don’t you help me make dinner, while Wes and Z do guy stuff.”
“Guy stuff.” Wes shakes his head, looking at Z.
“Yeah, drink beer, scratch your balls…guy stuff.” I throw my hands up in the air then roll my eyes when Z laughs.
“I’m going to start cooking,” my poor, distressed friend says, walking to the kitchen.
“I’m beating the shit out of you tomorrow,” Wes says, looking at Z, whose eyes are focused where Kayan just disappeared.
“Brother.” Z shakes his head then looks at me. “You got any beer?”
“Yeah.” I nod.
“I’ll get it,” he says, walking off towards the kitchen.
“She’s safe with him, right?” I ask Wes when Z is out of earshot.
“I’ve been friends with him since we joined the Navy at eighteen. He’s one of the best guys I know.” He wraps his arms around me and places a lingering kiss on my forehead. “Now, go make me dinner, while I go do guy shit.” He tilts my head back with two fingers under my chin and I laugh into his mouth as he kisses me again before pushing me towards the kitchen.
“How much trouble did I get you in with Wes?” Kayan asks as we start to cook dinner.
“None. Well, he was pissed, but he got over it.”
