I back up when he takes a step forward, giving me a flashback of last night’s events in my head. Even though I’m fully clothed now, I feel like all he can see is my naked body when he looks at me.
Henry steps between us and pushes on his friend’s chest. “You said you were going to be nice.”
“Me?” Baylor roars and throws a hand in the air at me. “She’s the one who stole my room last night and touched my stuff!”
“Why is it that every time Aspen is around, you turn into a child, Baylor?” Henry shakes his head and looks between the two of us. “Can’t you two play nice for a change? C’mon. It’s Christmas.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m being super jolly and making breakfast for everyone.” I bite my lip to hide a teasing grin.
“Blueberries in mine, please,” Luke shouts.
“Pancakes?” Baylor scoffs. “I’m not eating that shit.”
“And why not?” Henry frowns, stepping away to pour coffee grinds into the coffeemaker.
“Well, besides the fact that she’ll probably poison mine—”
I shrug, letting him know it’s crossed my mind.
“I don’t eat that crap.” He pats his hard stomach. I can see the ripples in his abdomen through his thin white T-shirt.
I make sure he sees my eye roll before I pin him with a glare.
“What the hell is happening down here?” Jesse shuffles into the kitchen in an open robe, boxer briefs, and fuzzy slippers. He rubs the sleep from his eyes.
Even with slept-on hair and a crease from his pillow marking his cheek, he still looks like he could work a runway. And rightfully so. Both of Jesse Cane’s mothers own a luxury clothing company that is featured in New YorkandParis Fashion Week every year. His style is always on point, even when he’s just rolled out of bed.
“Morning, Jesse.” I nod over Baylor’s shoulder.
“Ah, that explains it. You two are in the same room together,” Jesse says, nodding toward me and Baylor. “Why don’t you two just fuck and get it over with? It’ll make things so much easier.”
Baylor glances down at my lips just before I curl them in disgust.
“Something tells me she’d be just as boring and stiff in bed as she is like this.” Baylor gestures to all of me, making me narrow my eyes into thin slits. “Although maybe he’s right, Penny. A good fucking could do you some good.”
My cheeks redden like embers of the hottest coals. “A good fucking, huh?”
Baylor’s lips twitch as he nods.
I take a step forward and trail a gentle finger down his chest. “And who would volunteer for such an exhausting task?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Luke shoot his hand into the air as he chokes on some blueberries.
“Because someone asstiffas me”—I quickly glance down at the seam of Baylor’s joggers—“would need an equally stiff partner. It would be quite the workout.” I bat my eyes back up at him. My chest barely touches his now.
Baylor straightens himself, trying to make me feel smaller.
I stare up into his dark eyes, unafraid. “There’s no way you could satisfy me. Not in this lifetime or any other.”
Baylor’s voice lowers to almost a whisper. “I saw the way I affected you last night without even touching you. You’d be surprised with just how fast I could satisfy you if you wanted me to.”
Someone in the room clears their throat.
My shallow breathing fills the sudden silence in the kitchen, making me aware of how all four men are staring at me.
Henry’s hand circles my wrist, pulling me away from Baylor in haste. Jesse shoots me a dark grin as I pass him on the way out of the kitchen. When we reach the living room, Henry releases me, his jaw firm.
“Jesus. What?” I ask.
