I need to forget how good it felt to kiss him, to touch him. To bewantedby him.
Hudson opens the door, and he looks hungover as fuck.
“You look like shit,” I say as he groans.
“I feel like it, too, man. Fuck,” he grunts.
I look around him, and ask, “Where’s Trey?”
Hudson purses his lips. “I don’t know. I woke up and he was—”
“You guys are up early,” Trey says as he rounds the bend with two steaming coffees.
My stomach twists at the scent. It smells amazing, and as my stomach growls, I realize I’m fucking starving.
Hudson’s eyes widen as he curses, but it’s not annoyance, it’s relief.
Though I guess if Mack brought me coffee instead of telling me to never speak a word about how I made him come while he literally screamed my name, I guess I would be relieved, too.
God, I could have forgotten our little menage-ish ifthathadn’t happened.
The sound of him coming with my name on his tongue is going to be burned into my brain forever, right along with the look on his face before he kissed me.
Don’t go there, Alex. Don’t torture yourself.
“I’m fucking hungry,” I bite out. “Lord knows I can’t leave any of you unattended for too long.”
Trey laughs. “Awww, Alex, it’s almost like you care about us.”
“I care about making it home in one piece with all of you assholes so I don’t get arrested.”
I cross my arms as Hudson comes out, shutting the door behind him and grabbing the coffee from Trey.
“Is this—”
“Mocha with two pumps of caramel? Yup.”
Hudson moans in delight. “You are a fucking angel.”
“You both are going to be hellbound in a minute,” I tell them as I head down the hall for Andre and Paul’s room next.
Behind me, I hear Mack talking to them, but I don’t pay attention to what they’re talking about. Every time I hear his voice, no matter what he’s saying, he’s screaming my name all over again.
When I knock on Andre’s door, it opens almost instantly.
“Took you long enough,” Paul says, rubbing his eyes. He also looks like shit with heavy bags under his eyes and a split lip.
“What happened to you? You jump into a boxing ring last night?” I ask as I reach out to touch his eyebrow which also looks like it took a hit.
“Something like that,” he says, shrugging me off.
“Austen’s going to kill you if this shit isn’t healed by the wedding.”
Paul swats my hand when I go back in to touch it.
“I’ll be fine. They can put that concealer shit on it or something.”
“Alright, fine, but it’s your funeral,” I say with a shrug. “You guys ready to get something to eat or…”
