She kisses the underside of my jaw. “I’ll send them to pick up pizza. I think we both need to burn off some of this adrenaline.”
Lola is running up the stairs, yelling, “You’re shitting me? This can’t be true!”
Before she appears, I sit down on one of the chairs at the dining table and pull Soph down onto my lap. The gasp she lets out when my hardening cock lines up perfectly with her ass crack only fans the flames.
Lola pulls out a chair dramatically and drops into it like she’s run a marathon. She looks from her sister to me and back to her sister. “Ever is Raven?”
Soph nods.
She narrows her eyes at me. “Sing something.”
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“You bet your ass I am. I need proof.Sing.”
I’ve been on stage in front of tens of thousands, but this is the most uncomfortable I’ve been in a very long time. I also know I won’t get out of this until I do as she’s asked. I don’t know how many songs she knows, so I pick my most popular and sing the chorus.
I watch goose bumps rise on Soph’s arms and run my hands over them when I’m done. I’m going to ravage this woman the second I get her alone.
Lola looks thunderstruck.
“It’s insane, right?” Soph says to Lola, before turning her head to look at me with wide eyes. “You sound just like you do on the album. How is that possible? You’re fucking killing me, Ev.”
Instead of answering the question, Lola stands and walks into the kitchen. We watch her climb up on the counter, open the small cabinet over the refrigerator, and pull out a bottle of liquor. When she hops down, she pulls two shot glasses from another cabinet and returns to the table. She pours two shots of what I can now see is tequila and slides one across to her sister. I can’t see Soph’s face, but she picks it up, they clink, and down them. Lola’s smile grows until it’s ear-to-ear as she pours and takes one more shot alone.
“Good Guy is Ever. And Ever is Raven. O. M. fucking goddess, he’s not your kidney donor or your one-night stand. He’s your fanta?—”
Soph cuts her off. “Benji’s standing right behind you.”
Lola rolls her eyes like Soph’s ruined her fun. Benji sits down next to us, and Jess takes a seat next to Lola.
When Jess reaches for the tequila and shot glass, I tell him, “No drinking. You need to go pick up pizza.” Without hesitation, he obeys because he can hear the tension in my voice.
Soph shifts her hips in my lap, the movement small but intentional.
Jesus Christ, we need to get naked.
When Benji asks, “Can we get Da Vinci’s?”
“Oh, we haven’t had Da Vinci’s in ages. That sounds good,” Lola agrees.
When I decide I can speak without sounding like I’m about to shoot my load all over Soph’s back, I ask, “Kidney donor?”
“When Soph started talking to Good Guy, I told her I had a feeling you were supposed to be in her life for a reason.”
“Gotcha. Kidney donor,” I confirm.
Lola nods and then looks at Benji. “Can you go grab my purse? I’ll pay for the pizza.”
When Benji reaches the stairs and is out of earshot, Lola lowers her voice and says, “Not only is Treachery’s Riot Sophie’s favorite band, but you know how everyone has that one person that turns them on like no other?”
Jess answers like it’s a no-brainer, “Zendaya.”
Lola’s jaw drops, and she swivels in her seat to face him. “You’re joking?Same.”
“Are you my spirit animal?” he asks.
Benji yells from the basement, “Mom, where’s your purse?”
