“What the hell?” I ask as he bounces on his feet, fists up like he’s ready to go a round in the ring, with a huge psychotic grin covering his face. He must have taken notes from Dex on how to be creepy as fuck.
“Come on! I’ve been dying for a good fight for ages!”
Jagger shoves Dex off him and stumbles back, his elbow clipping Pete’s shoulder. He uses that as a reason to attack and jumps on Dex’s back, pushing him back on top of us.
“I’m the king of the mountain!” Pete hollers from somewhere above.
“I swear to God, if you two don’t get your fucking asses off me right now, I’m going to start cutting.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Sylvester.”
Hearing the name my father called me fuels my rage. “I should have slit your throat as soon as we escaped that place.”
“You wouldn’t kill me.”
“Don’t tempt me, farm boy! Now get off!”
“I will if you admit you love me!”
“Never!”
“What about me?” Dex asks, his face moving into viewwith a raised eyebrow and amusement shining in his eyes. Could he not take anything seriously?
“No,” I grit out, feeling crushed beneath their combined weight.
“Come on!” Pete calls from above. “After spending nine months together, you really can’t admit you like us?”
“Oh!” Dex says, his eyebrows raising with a rare thought. “He’s jealous!”
“Of what? Hairy knuckles and the combined intelligence of a gnat?” I fire back.
“You asked for it now,” Dex says as I watch him prepare to dangle spit down into my face.
I grunt, half angry and half completely grossed out, as I start pushing them back. Jagger joins my effort, and I realize we’re no longer fighting against each other; we’re fighting together. I don’t know if this was Dex’s plan or just a coincidence, but the thought calms me… just a fraction.
“Dex, get your knee off of my nuts!” I grunt when I feel him move a little too close for comfort.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” Pete hollers as I feel his hand try to slap at my side.
“You little piece of?—”
“What’s going on?” Her voice cuts through my anger, instantly softening me as I glance up to see her staring at us from where she stands at the end of the bed, her wet hair hanging down, soaking the dark T-shirt she’s wearing.
Even though I know she’s wearing panties under it, seeing her bare legs makes my cock twitch, and I quickly shove Dex away before I accidentally touch him with it.
“We’re playing dog pile, wanna join?” Pete asks, wiggling his eyebrows at her as he moves to her side.
“Uh…” Her eyes bounce to me in confusion. “How do you play?”
“He’s just kidding, Wren,” I tell her as I push to my feet.
“Says who?” Pete asks. Jagger shoves him backward onto his own bed, making him laugh as he bounces on the mattress.
“Says Jagger, apparently,” Dex says with a chuckle as he sits down on his own bed with Pete, both their eyes on her.
“Come on, let’s get your hair dried.” I reach out a hand, and she takes it easily. I lead her back into the bathroom and close the door. “Do you have a brush?” I ask, remembering having seen one somewhere last night.
She pulls it from a little ledge I hadn’t noticed, and I take it from her as I position her in front of the vanity. I take a few minutes to brush through her long, beautiful black hair, making sure it doesn’t have any knots.
