It was good to have friends, she realized.Now she had Trip, Marc, Ryan, and Shawn, she knew she’d never be alone, but that was four male, one female action.
El needed some womanly presence in her life before she choked on too many XY chromosomes…
Chapter 7
Marc grinned at the happy squeal that came from El’s bedroom.He didn’t have a clue which of his brothers was in there, but by the sound of it, there was definitely some action being had.
His grin was goofy as he headed past her quarters to Shawn’s rooms.When he knocked on the door and a voice called out, he figured it was down to Trip or Ryan being with El.
Heading into the bedroom, Shawn pulled a face.“So it’s not you then.”
Marc blinked, amused that their thoughts were running parallel.“Nope.”
Shawn rubbed a hand over his jaw.“How do you stand it?”
“Stand one of the others being with El?”When Shawn rolled his eyes, Marc shrugged.“It’s not a big deal.”
“How is it not a huge deal?”Shawn demanded, getting up from the sofa where he’d been laying to stride over to the door.
He slammed it close, and it was only then Marc realized the music was on far louder than was necessary.
A Lion’s hearing was sensitive so even average volume was considered loud.This was… excessive.
Even if he was used to tuning most of the noise down.
Tugging at his ear, he cleared his throat.“Can we turn it down?”
Shawn grunted but used his phone to lower the speakers’ volume.The sound of El’s moaning sounded clearly from across the hall.
Because Shawn was evidently having such a problem with what was going down in El’s bedroom, Marc murmured, “Do you want to move to the other side of the building with us?”
“No.”Shawn folded his arms across his chest.“She needs the security.”
Marc would like to argue to the contrary, but two weeks ago, someonehadmanaged to plant a bomb and explode it on their territory.
With no argument in mind, he murmured, “Want to switch with me?I don’t… Well, let’s just say it’s not a problem for me.”
“How can it not be?”Shawn demanded again, his confusion evident.
“I thought we’d gotten past this.”
Shawn fell back on the sofa and the cushions made a whooshing sound at his not insubstantial weight hitting the down.
The bedroom was for guests, but already Shawn had made it his own.It had contained nothing more than a bed and some tables the last time Marc had seen this place, but now, it had a sofa with a large screen TV in one corner with a Barcalounger beside it, and a wide desk in front of the windows complete with a very fancy computer set up.
With his feet crossed at the ankle, Shawn stared up at the ceiling.A groan, of the masculine variety, echoed down the hall and Marc watched tension flush through the man who wasn’t technically his brother but who also technically was.
Yeah, it was confusing.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he strode toward the Barcalounger and took a seat
“You want a beer?”
Shawn’s question surprised him.“You have a fridge up here?”
“In the closet.Wouldn’t fit anywhere else.”
Marc snorted.“I’m grabbing one.You want one?”
