“Not nice…” she mumbled, her voice thick with the need for sleep.
He pulled the covers over them and slung an arm over her body to bring her close. She wiggled her butt against him, their sweaty skin sticking together. “Neither is toying with me.”
She made a little sound. “I’m sorry.”
“Why’d you do it?” he asked, afraid of the answer.
“Do what?”
“Fuck with us?”
Her eyes drooped as the combination of post-orgasm high and stupid drinking games tugged her down. “Keys…” She yawned and folded her arms against her chest.
The admission hurt. She’d been using him—both of them. “Is it still about the keys?”
Her head shook, and she stroked his calf with her foot. “I want you…” She yawned again. “Both of you.” Her voice was so faint as the words trailed off.
What?
No, she must be too out of it to know what she’d said. There was no way that could be the case. Besides, what would it really look like to share her with Ezra? Hell, he would probably punch him in the morning if he found them like this.
He wanted to ask her more questions, but her body went completely limp as her breaths deepened. He tried to focus on his own sleep, but now he was wired.
Ryker let out a long sigh and pulled her in tight.
***
The light coming through the window was killing his head.
Where am I?
He shuffled under the blankets and realized there was a small body next to him. His eyes opened to assess his surroundings.
Willow.
Right. They’d had quite the night, and she was still naked except for the bra that he could now see was navy blue. Fuck, he wanted her. He was hard as a rock already. Maybe he could fuck her again before Ezra woke up.
She stirred a little from his movements and yawned. Her eyes fluttered open and she made an assessment of the situation.
“Morning,” he said as he pulled her in to kiss the top of her head.
“Morning…” she replied, tone uneasy.
“You okay?” He could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Did she regret it?
“Yeah.” She pushed herself up, keeping the lower half of her body covered. “I’m fine.” The scars mixed with the tattoos on her left arm and shoulder were even more fascinating like this. Her arms were lean with toned muscles that rippled as she moved.
“What did I say last night?” she asked tentatively.
He grinned, but it faltered as he continued to watch her. “A few things.”
“Like wh—” She was cut off by commotion coming from the living room.
Shit. They needed to hurry. All his talk last night about taunting Ezra was abandoned. He couldn’t deal with all that drama right now—especially not with the way his head was throbbing.
He flung the covers off of himself, trying to get a glimpse of Willow’s body as she dove for Ezra’s clothes that were heaped on the floor. She was keeping herself hidden with the blanket, though. He would have to ask her why later. It made no sense for her to suddenly be shy.
Dressed, they quietly made their way to the bedroom door. It didn’t sound like Ezra was completely awake yet.
