When she glances at me, I arch a brow, my expectation clear. I think it’s pretty fair payback for fucking him in the first place—beforeRogue and I became civil.
Her mouth parts as her stare darts between us, horror flashing across her eyes.
Her cheeks deepen into a brighter red as she works to swallow. “I am not answering that,” she says sternly.
“Yes, you are,” I say, keeping my tone casual.
Never thought I’d be demanding to know Rogue’s dick size, but I’m pretty sure she broke girl code, so her embarrassment is the price to pay. Dread’s probably going to be pissed when Rogue inevitably tells him, but that’s only another reason to ask.
I’m not sure what she sees in my expression, but she deflates after desperately trying to hold out a few more beats. I think this is the first time I’ve seen Sable look even remotely vulnerable and nervous.
“I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Nine?”
Rogue scoffs, slightly offended, before correcting, “Nine and three-quarters.”
She glowers at him. “You think any woman gives a fuck about three-quarters?”
The smile that slides across his face is evil, and I know exactly what he’s going to say before it’s out of his mouth. “She should, considering it’s three-quarters you couldn’t swall?—”
She goes to launch the butter knife at him, but I already prepared for that reaction and quickly snatch her wrist before she can lift her arm.
“If you get me banned from the best cheesy hash browns to exist,thatis an unforgivable offense. Drop it.” She grinds her molars, the metal knife clattering against the wooden table.
I don’t release her immediately, instead sliding a look to Rogue, my warning to shut the fuck up no murkier than abright red neon sign. “For someone who’s so scared, you really like to run your mouth.”
There’s an odd glimmer in his eyes as he turns his focus to Sable, an edge to his dry tone when he says, “What can I say—she brings out the worst in me.”
The air thickens before plummeting to tundra temperatures. She narrows her eyes, something unspoken passing between them.
There’s definitely more to that comment, but I let that stay between them.
Something happened after they fucked, and it’s clearly something they’re both very sensitive about. Lord knows I don’t tell Sable everything that happens between Dread and me, so unless she wants to volunteer that information, I keep my curiosity to myself.
“So, anyway,” I say awkwardly. “Congrats on your dick size, Rogue.”
He’s slow to drag his stare away from her, the tension crackling. By the time they make their way to me, I notice Sable’s chest heaving a little too quickly to be natural.
I bare my teeth in a purposely awkward smile, and he snorts, the tension cracking enough to allow me to breathe.
Rogue settles back in his chair, the wood creaking as he crosses his heavily tattooed arms. The arrogant grin slides across his face again as he says, “Tell her your favorite part about it.”
Sable’s glare is spitting as she snarls, “I don’thavea favorite part about your dick.”
Rogue cocks a brow, his smirk widening, though his body language is positively wary of her, too. He’s fully prepared to dodge a knife, should one fly at his face.
“Your reaction to it said otherwise.”
Sable rolls her eyes before turning her head to glare out the window. She’s done sharing the gory details, so I wave at Rogue in an impatient ‘spit it out’ motion.
His stare is slow to meet mine, as if his eyes are glued to her and he has to physically rip them away. “The piercings don’t end at my face.”
My mouth drops, and I instantly swing widened eyes to Sable, my expression slackened with betrayal. She spares me a glance before pointedly looking away, stubbornness pursing her lips.
“You bitch. That isnotthe type of information best friends hide from each other.”
Her shoulders deflate as she turns her stare up to the ceiling with anexasperated sigh.
“Can we change the subject now?” she snaps. “I don’t care about your dick, Rogue. I won’t ever see it again, anyway.”
