“You never know, Brother,” Matthias says. “Your person could be waiting out there for you.”
Samson flips him off and then turns his body, staring at the fire crackling in the fireplace.
And I turn my gaze back to Neo, who is leaning back against me.
“Are you buzzed? I think I may be. That whiskey was strong.”
“I’m never buzzed,” I reply.
Neo grins. “You literally slurred the word buzzed.”
“I never slur.”
“You did. Just now.”
He wiggles against me, and I hold him closer. “Come on, brat. Let’s get to bed.”
He laughs and slides off my lap. “Does bed mean fucking? Because if so, then yes, I want that very much.”
I stand up quickly, listing to the right slightly. Is the floor wonky?
I try to take a step, and the floor tilts further. There’s definitely something wrong with it.
Neo catches me, his arm looping around my waist. “Yeah, all right.I think you’re more than buzzed. I changed my mind. I think you’re drunk.”
“I am not. I am…pre-fectly fine.”
He giggles, and my lips quirk up at the sight of him. Even after everything we went through in the last twenty-four hours, he looks so fucking happy.
“Love you,” I say into his ear, and his cheeks flush.
“Love you too. Now take me to bed so we can go to sleep. And when we wake up, you can fuck me.”
I grumble, but his hand slips into mine and he pulls me forward. Everyone lets us go, and for the first time in ages, I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders. I don’t need to wrap anything up. My brothers can take care of it.
For the first time in my life, I can breathe.
I go to bed fully planning on insisting that I’m fine to fuck Neo now.
Unfortunately, that argument is ruined by the fact that I pass out as soon as my body hits the sheets.
I awaken the next morning to a warm mouth around my cock.
“Oh fuck, Neo,” I pant, my hand immediately going to his hair. “What a way to wake up.”
He pulls off, stroking my shaft gently as he grins up at me. “How are you feeling? Any hangover?”
“No,” I say, jerking his hair to try and get him back where he was. “I’m fine.”
Neo lets me tug him back into place, sucking hard until my toes are curling and I’m coming down his throat. “Holy shit. What brought that on?”
“Well, I woke up horny,” he says, crawling up my body to flop onto my chest. “And I want you in the best mood possible.”
I stroke his back idly. I need to take care of his erection, which is stabbing into my hip, but first, I need to figure out what he’s up to. “Why? What have you done, brat?”
“Nothing yet.” His fingers stroke through my chest hair. “But I’ve been thinking that I’d like to have self-defense lessons.”
My brow crinkles. “That’s a great idea. Why would I need to be in a good mood to agree to that?”
