“The two of you are pussies. Just say sorry and make up, for fuck’s sake,” Mike sleepily grouses, shuffling into the living room and dropping down next to Mason. “And why are you smiling?” he asks me.
Morning Mike is a grumpy Mike. He also looks like he just stepped out of a wind tunnel. His hair is sticking straight up in some places, and out to the side like a duck’s tail in others.
I sip my coffee and lean back into Jordan. He kisses my ear.
Wanting to help ease the tension in the room, I reply, “I’m a woman surrounded by four sleep-mussed, gorgeous men. Best wake up ever. And also every woman’s secret fantasy. I wish I could take a picture and send it to Debbi Oakland.”
Debbi was a grade above me at school and would call me names, trip me at lunch, and shove me inside lockers. She was friends with Amelia, and between the two of them, they made every school day a nightmare.
“Who’s Debbi Oakland?” Mason asks.
“Wasn’t she the head cheerleader? Black hair, big tits? Sorry, Douglass.”
“Mike, that was Anna. Debbi was on the dance team. Blonde hair, small…ishwaist.” Chase catches himself, but I honestly couldn’t care less. Tits. Boobs. Breasts. They’re all the same.
“Would you like to chime in?” I ask Jordan.
His light laughter sends tingles from my fingers to my toes. “Hell, no. I know when to keep my mouth shut.”
I reward him with a kiss. “Smart man.”
“Okay. I’ll bite. Why would you want to send Debbi a picture?”
“Let’s just say she wasn’t very nice to me in high school, and I would love to see the look on her face when she sees me in the middle of a hot man sandwich.”
“Hold up. I have an idea.”
“I like it,” Chase replies, even though Jordan hasn’t said what his idea is.
Jordan turns me and drapes me across his lap. I get suspicious when his devil-may-care grin appears.
“Ready?”
Laughing, I ask, “Ready for what?”
“This.”
He tangles his hand in my hair, cups my face, and kisses the ever-living hell out of me.
“Got it.”
Jordan smiles, but his lips don’t leave mine yet. When they do, he tells Chase, “Send it.”
“Send what?” I’m breathless, because holy shit, that kiss scrambled my brain.
“The picture to Debbi.”
“Done.”
“What?! I was only kidding.”
“I can’t believe you still have her number,” Mike chides Chase.
“Long story.”
“Let me see.” I try to snatch Chase’s phone from his hand, but he moves it out of my reach.
He turns his screen around for me to see. That’s actually a pretty good picture. Better than good. Sexy and hot.
