Grabbing my purse and my leather jacket, I leave my room, bolting the door behind me.
Mom had shown a glimpse of fear when she’d walked past my room as I’d been fitting the new padlock to the front of my door, but she didn’t pass comment. I guess she truly doesn’t give a fuck anymore.
“I think we should stay home,” Caz splutters the second I come into view in the doorway of the kitchen. All eyes turn in my direction, and I hold my head up high as I walk toward them. Theo runs his hands through his hair, Galen tries and fails to look immune, and Saint devours me with a look that should melt my clothes from my body.
I haven’t seen Saint since he crawled out of my bed sometime this morning. All I know is when I woke, he was gone, and I almost thought I conjured last night up. But I didn’t imagine him holding me in his strong arms all night, offering silent comfort as I worried about my friend.
I spent all day at the hospital, where there’s no change, and my bestie is still in a coma. I briefly considered ignoring the guys’ plans. Visualizing storming into Parker’s house and planting a bullet between her eyes. But I know that’s only emotion talking. The smart plan is the one we’re setting in motion tonight. I just need to be patient, and everyone will get what they deserve.
“Holy fuck, princess.” Caz walks around me, inspecting every inch of my body. “You are the definition of sex on legs.”
“Thanks, I think,” I joke.
“You look stunning, Lo,” Theo says, and I tip my head politely at him. We need to present a united front tonight, and I don’t want to start the night off wrong, so I’m determined to be pleasant and amicable.
Saint pours a line of shots, and everyone takes one, knocking them back fast.
I surreptitiously check the guys out, and they all look hot as fuck in dark jeans, boots, and body-hugging T-shirts. They are wearing their gang-issued black leather jackets with The Sainthood emblem on the front. Combined with their tats, piercings, and ripped bodies, they exude “don’t mess with me” vibes by the bucket load.
“Hey, you ever watch that movieGirls Trip?” Caz asks me out of the blue.
“Can’t say that I have,” I admit, accepting another vodka shot from Saint.
“Want to watch it with me tomorrow?”
Why does this feel like some kind of trap?
Still, I’m curious as fuck, so I’ll play ball. “Isn’t it a chick flick? Why’d you want to watch that?”
“It’s got a scene with the grapefruit technique in it,” he says, grinning widely.
Saint rolls his eyes, Theo smiles, and Galen groans as he hits his head repeatedly off the counter.
A light bulb goes off in my head and I make the connection. “That’s your word of the day?”
“He shoots. He scores!” Caz fist pumps the air, and I laugh.
“You are such a dork.” I shake my head, still grinning as I knock back my shot. “But it’s weirdly endearing. And I actually know what that one means.” I waggle my brows suggestively.
“You ever tried it?” His eyes light up.
“Have you?”
He shakes his head, and my grin expands. “Neither have I, but I’m down for trying anything in the bedroom at least once.”
Galen splutters, and a wicked grin slips over Saint’s mouth. “You would seriously wear a grapefruit ring around your dick while she sucked you off?” Galen asks Caz.
“Damn straight I would.” Caz adjusts himself in his jeans, and I can see the idea alone is enough to make him hard.
“It’d be hot,” Theo agrees, looking like he might like to give it a try too.
Although, I doubt he’d try it with me.
“It’d be sticky and messy,” Galen protests, shuddering, and I crack up laughing.
“How else is sex supposed to be?” I ask.
“It sounds unhygienic,” he adds, because the guy just can’t let anyone win an argument.
