“Wait.” I turned to him. He paused with his hand on the knob. “Did we? You and I? Last night?”
“What?” His brow furrowed and his eyes twinkled with mischief.
Was he playing with me? “You know?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Did we?” I put my finger through the hole in my other hand.
“What is that?”
“Oh my! Did we have success? Shit. Sex. I don’t… remember.”
He dropped the knob from his hand and walked over to stand in front of me. My breath left my body. Like I literally could not breathe. He was standing so close to me I could feel the heat radiating off his chest. The back of his hand gently ran down my cheek. “One. You passed out. Two, I would never have sex with someone who can’t consent. And three.” His hand cupped my cheek while his fingers gently gripped the back of my neck. “If we had sex, there’d be no chance you’d forget it.”
My head leaned into his hand as a breath puffed out.
The pad of his thumb traced along my lower lip, sending a fire deep into my core. I felt my clit start to throb.
But then he pulled away and walked to the door.
“Breakfast is ready, downstairs.”
The door shut, and I was left standing in his room, completely immobilized.
He was trouble.
When and when not to moan
Iwasfollowingthevoices through the hall and down the stairs fifteen minutes later. That was how long it took me to remember how to move and then get dressed. The louder the voices got, the more my cheeks flushed at the thought I’d be walking into a room of men who knew I’d just used Callum’s shower to get myself off.
I stepped onto the last stair, which emptied into a large kitchen area. In front of me was an oversized island bar with eight seats around it and an impressive gourmet kitchen to its right. To the left was the dining room with the largest contemporary wooden table I’d ever seen, with enough seating for twenty people with two large chandeliers anchoring the ends. In the back right of the room was what I presumed to be the office. It had large floor to ceiling glass panels for walls with an oversized desk in it and to its left was a small sitting room. The rooms were tied together with whites, light grays, soft blues and wood tones.
“There’s Ali!” Knox said, standing from a stool at the bar.
My head snapped back in surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see him here. I knew Callum and Emmett were here because I’d seen them already, but now felt even more mortified, because Knox and some other guy I’d never seen were also here.
My lips pinched into a flat line and I waved meekly.
“Pull up a seat, trouble.” Emmett said, scooping some food onto a plate.
Callum stood by the far wall, ankles crossed and arms folded, watching me.
“Ignore him!” Knox bounded over, pulling out a stool for me.
“She seems capable of pulling up her own stool, Knox.” The unknown man remarked.
“Shut up Jax. I’m just being polite.”
Jax.
He was equally as handsome as the others, with light brown hair and chocolate brown bedroom eyes. He had a small scar on his cheek and another peeking out from the collar of his shirt that told me he’d been in his fair share of fights, but judging by his size, I’d have to bet he easily won. Anyone who would go up against him would have to be mad.
It was a group of some of the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on. What would you call a group of hot men? Gaggle popped into my head, but that was for geese. Perhaps a brood of men? It was a stretch, but chickens were a brood, and they were a bunch of cocks. I’m going with a brood of men.
I sat in the chair and Knox pushed it under at the same time Emmett was sliding the plate across the oversized white granite bar. I picked up the fork and took a bite of the eggs Benedict and let out a moan.
Shit!
