“Hang in there for a second,” Lennon shouted. “I almost have it, but it’s being a pain in the ass.”
Oh no.
If Weston didn’t get to his feet, and I didn’t drop my dress, we were going to be up shit’s creek. And I couldn’t deal with that. Not right now. Not afterthat.
“Weston,” I whisper-hissed, tugging at his hair a little more gently and pulling my hips back so he got the message. “We have to stop. You need to get up.”
A mischievous smirk slid across his lips, “But you taste so,” he drew the word out, making it sound three syllables long, “incredibly divine. Like Heaven.”
“Weston,” I snapped.
He relented then, sliding back up to his full height as he lowered my dress back in place. “So goddamn beautiful.”
My cheeks heated, warmth sluicing through me. “Stop.”
“I’m serious,” he said, running a hand through his hair. The door handle jiggled again. His eyes rolled over me, double-checking my appearance most likely, and then he walked backward toward the tables where he dropped down into a chair.
I was too busy trying to catch my breath and think about anything other than him to notice that the door creaked open aminute later, light from Lennon’s phone snuffing out some of the darkness.
“Holy shit,” Lennon said, huffing out a laugh when he spotted me. “Of all the nights this happened, it had to be tonight, huh?”
I swallowed down the lump in my throat, dread clutching my heart as he stood there and watched me. I looked right back, cataloguing his easy, laid-back expression. Always so carefree. Always smiling. Always making promises and only half the time fulfilling them.
I forced a fake smile and felt Weston’s eyes on me from the other side of the room as Lennon approached me.
“I know, right?”
Lennon reached out and curled his hand around a few of my fingers. “Let’s get you out of here.” His brow furrowed a second later, the light from his phone catching on my face a little more. “You feeling okay? You’re a little flushed.”
I nodded, worry clawing at every part of me. “I, uh, I’ve had a migraine for most of the night. I told you about it earlier.”
“Ah, yeah. That’s right.”
“She took something for it,” Weston said, his voice trailing over to us. He held my purse out to me, and I blinked, knowing I would have forgotten it otherwise. “And I got her to eat a protein bar.” He stood with his hands in his slacks. He tipped his head sideways a tiny bit when he regarded me, his brother next to us and claiming the third point of our triangle. “You should know she fainted, though.”
Lennon’s grip on my hand tightened. “You passed out? Olivia…”
I waved him off. “I did, but I’m fine now. I ate something, and I?—”
“She needs sleep,” Weston said, that tongue of hispeeking out and swiping at the corner of his lip again. The same one that was justinsideme.
“Yeah, okay,” Lennon said. “We can do that. Can’t we?” he asked me.
I gave another nod, barely able to say a word because the truth was that my head didn’t hurt nearly as bad. My body was achy, yes, but it was almost like Weston gave me some sort of secret pill when he brought me to orgasm. Like he healed a little part of me.
Lennon turned back to his brother. “You need a ride back to your place? The rain is better than it was, but I don’t have a problem taking you back if need be.”
Weston shook his head. “I have a couple things to do around here before I head back.”
Lennon’s brow quirked. “It’s the middle of a Friday night. Go home, Weston.”
“I will,” he said. “Eventually.”
Lennon shook his head, knowing it was pointless to argue. Weston was going to do what he wanted no matter what. He turned to me. “You ready to get out of here?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go, then.”
