Eddie enters the room with a scowl like thunderclouds.
He sniffs the air and stops just short of me.His gaze narrows, lips curling faintly in distaste—or curiosity, it’s hard to tell with him when others are around.
“Where is he?”
I shrug, playing coy.“Asleep.”
He steps in close.Closer than polite.His voice drops, just for me.“I can smell him on you.”
Heat floods my face.
Eddie’s eyes narrow further, voice lowering to something dark and knowing.“Did he ...”A beat.“Are you dripping with him?”
My breath catches.
My thighs tighten with instinctive need.
I wish.
But there’s the whole condom thing.And the fact that I haven’t been on the pill since I moved into this house—which has been a little over six weeks now.Not exactly something I planned to fall back into so completely.
I lean in, letting my lips brush the shell of his ear.Close enough to taste him again.Close enough to feel his pulse tick against my breath.
“You wish,” I murmur, letting the words graze his skin.“But maybe ...after a visit to the doctor, we can be a little careless.”
His inhale stutters just slightly—just enough for me to feel smug.
Then he turns his head, mouth grazing my jaw, voice low and reverent.
“I’ll have a doctor here tomorrow.”
The way he says it—like he’s ready to rearrange the world if it means being buried inside me without latex between us—makes me sway.
A kiss lands just beneath my ear.Soft.Dangerous.
And then?—
“What are you two whispering about?”Dexter’s voice cuts in, a smirk audible in every syllable.His narrowed gaze flicks between us like he knows exactly what’s going on and wants to make it everyone’s business.
I pull back slightly, fighting a smile I have no chance of suppressing.
Before I can answer, another voice slices through the tension.
“Get off my little sister.”
I groan.Roderick.Because of course it’s Roderick.
He appears from whatever dimension he likes to haunt when he’s being annoyingly brotherly.Arms crossed, brows raised, exuding protective big-brother energy like he didn’t once write songs about fucking girls on pool tables.
“Really?”I arch a brow.“You’re pulling the big brother card now?”
Dexter snorts.“I’ve got popcorn in my bag if anyone wants to watch this family reunion explode.”
“Just don’t tell him what she was doing upstairs with Hetfield,” Alec who barely smiles grins like a Cheshire cat. “He wants them off her little sister.”
Barret appears.
Descending the stairs like he owns the goddamn house.Showered.Clean.Wearing dark jeans and a plain black shirt that clings to his skin.His hair’s still wet, strands curling at his temples.His eyes find mine immediately, and that smile—God, that smile—softens just for me.
