"I wish I could have done more. I've never felt so fucking helpless in my life and I never want to feel that way again," he admits.
I nod against his cheek. I don't know how long we sit like that, just holding one another while we purge the grief. All I know is, we both needed this.
"What the holy fucking hell is going on here?" Lincoln bellows.
I blink my eyes open and meet Carter's amused ones. We must have fallen asleep. Carter arranged us so we were lying face to face and he covered us, too.
I wink at him and he smirks.
"Oh, Carter, right there," I moan, with a sassy grin.
He grunts for effect, trying like hell to not laugh.
"God damn, Tera," Lincoln chides.
I let the laugh loose and so does Carter.
"That was awesome," Carter declares.
"I'm not amused," Linc replies.
"I don't care," I tell Lincoln with a snicker as we sit up—still fully clothed. "As you can see by the lack of nudity, no funny business went on here last night."
"I see that now, but the photos of you and Carter at your show last night look like something entirely different," Linc tells me, handing me his phone.
"Ah, the press," I murmur.
Carter whistles at some of the intimate-looking images that have hit the Internet. "We look hot, like we're gonna rip each other's clothes off right there."
I laugh. "We do. Sadly, it was quite the opposite."
"Sadly?" Linc questions.
I shrug. "If I'm going to be accused of banging Carter Winters, I'd really like to do it so I can enjoy all the pleasures I know he can deliver."
Lincoln groans. "More than I needed to know."
Carter laughs. "Coffee?"
"Cabinet on the right by the fridge," I tell him.
He nods and heads to the kitchen. With the open concept of this apartment, there isn't much privacy when Linc gives me a look.
"What?"
"Your husband is pissed."
I laugh. "Are you serious right now?"
"As a heart attack. You know Winters is a hot topic for Xan."
"That's his problem. Whores and groupies are a hot topic for me, but that didn't seem to stop him from being photographed on a regular basis, and it certainly didn't stop him from making a sex tape of a threesome with Jesse and one of their sluts, now, did it?" I bite back.
"Don't shoot the messenger. I'm just saying."
"I know what you're saying and I don't give a shit. He didn't care that I had to see all the disgusting images and gossip after that sex tape hit the airwaves, did he? Nope, sure didn't. So I don't give one single fuck how he feels about this."
Lincoln nods. "I hate this shit. You two need to figure this shit out."
