“I fucked her properly, since you assholes haven’t.”
“That’s messed up,” Knox says, batting the air.
“She’s not correcting me.”
“Because she’s passed out,” Callum chimes.
“No.” I look down at her and brush the hair out of her face, then listen to her breathing. “Shit. She is. She just fell asleep.”
“I’ll grab her,” Callum offers, walking over. I ignore the look in his eye. The one that looks like he is a proud papa. These men. They are fucked in the head. Who else would be so happy I slept with a woman?
Notawoman.
The woman.
The one we can’t seem to get off our minds. Who's had a grip on us from the first second Callum felt her walk into the club.
Damn it.
EVERLEE - MORNING AFTER
Abrightlightpiercesthrough my eyelids, stirring me from sleep. I’d been tinkering on the edge for a while, and ignored the pitter patter of feet through the room. But when the curtains are thrown wide open and the light slices through the darkness, there’s no more hiding.
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.”
Knox.
When I roll over, he’s walking around the room in nothing but a satin black maid’s apron. Nothing. But.
His perfect ass is exposed as he hustles to the door to grab a tray.
“What is this?”
“How sore are you? Jax was concerned, but too much of a coward to come check on you.”
Coward. The word brought back memories from last night. It was tossed around as both a warning and a method of foreplay that resulted in Jax knotting me.
I was knotted.
“I’mknottoo bad.” That’s a lie. I’m pretty sore. I think it was round three or four that did me in, but I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted more. Hell, I still want more. I feel like an animal in heat.
He sets the tray on the bedside table. “You have some tea that Callum made. There are lots of herbs and such in it. He said it’s an old fae recipe meant to promote healing.” He holds his hands by his lips and whispers. “I tried it on the way up here and it tastes like cat piss.”
My cheeks hurt from grinning so much. “You’ve tasted cat piss?”
“It wasn’t my proudest moment and a gross misunderstanding. Gross and gross.” He opens his arms wide.
“What’s that?”
“Emmett offered you some of his blood. Just pumped… or drained… I don’t know what you would call it. I added the celery as a garnish. Gives a new meaning to bloody Mary, huh? I call this the bloody Emmett.” He sits on the edge of the bed and the skirt rides up his legs and exposes his cock for a second. “My apologies, my lady.” He fixes the skirt.
I grab his hand and hold it under mine for a second as he just stares at me with a smile on his face. “You’re probably the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”
“You’re going to make me blush.” He waves the air in front of his face.
“Idiot,” Jax says from the door, looking hot as sin. He’s wearing a black suit with matching jacket, over a white button down. “For the record, I was coming up to see you with the tray before this little shit stole it and came up here first.”
“Lies,” Knox says, winking at me.
