“Shorter,” Rage says gruffly.
“It’s probably a good idea to make it shorter,” I nod. “Just in case Rage wants to use it too.”
“How about the traffic light system? Red for stop everything completely, yellow for slow down, and green for good.” Griffin suggests, leaning against the arm of the sofa Rowan is seated at, a few papers or something I can’t quite see tucked under his arm.
“How does that sound?” I ask, flashing a soft smile at Rage.
“Good,” Rage nods.
“Yay! I’m so glad!”
Rage’s eyes don’t leave mine as his hand slides up my hip, gripping it possessively. He watches me, like he’s waiting for my reaction to the deliberate touch. Even though he initiates a lot of physical contact, arguably the most out of any of the guys, it doesn’t tend to be overtly sexual. Mostly he just wants to be close to me.
This touch is different.
It’s a question.
So I answer.
“Green,” I say, leaning up to whisper in his ear.
His hand moves even further, this time to grip my ass completely.
Wow, his hands are massive.
I feel like I could wiggle or shift ever so slightly to the side and his fingers would brush up against where I’m starting to really want him. And that’s with him still cradling the rest of me.
“Well, I like this development,” Griffin says, pushing himself up to his feet. “But before you have some fun, I think we should all take advantage of our new place. I don’t know about you guys but I’m fucking starving after that fight.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you wasted all your energy fucking around,” Ash snickers.
Griffin rolls his eyes before handing each of us a fancy menu.
“What’s this for?” I ask, peering down at the fancy cardstock.
“It’s the room service menu, Sweetheart. We call down to the desk and they deliver the food right to our door.”
“Oh wow, that’s so cool!” I say, looking at all the options in earnest.
“Oh, I know what I’m fucking getting,” Ash says, a playful rasp to his voice that has me looking up from the nearly overwhelming amount of options.
His sparkling silver-grey eyes meet mine, the corner of his lips quirking up in a smirk.
“They’ve got strawberry fucking shortcake on the menu.” His words come out in a slow drawl, almost like he’s tasting the words as they come out.
“Oh,” I say, my voice barely above a breathy whisper.
“Me too,” Rage growls immediately, sitting up in his chair and shifting me in his lap.
Oh hello.
Looks like our kiss from earlier is still affecting him.
“The big guy knows what’s up,” Ash teases.
“I’ll take a slice too,” Rowan says.
“Me too,” Griffin adds.
