“F-U-C-K-I-N-G,” Frankie finishes.
I shake my head, my cheeks aching from my grin. Of course, Frankie would make it an R-rated version.
“That sounds kind of dangerous,” East says, and everyone bursts out laughing.
Damn, what a good night.
THIRTY-THREE
JED
“You know what we should do,”Shane says. “Celebrate my new relationship status. It’s Friday. We have a night game tomorrow. We should go toCox and Company.”
“Yes!” Frankie jabs a finger at Shane. “Brilliant, Shaney-babe.”
I turn to Shane. “Yeah? You want to go clubbing?”
The upstairs level atCox and Companyis its own universe. It kind of feels like a rite of passage, though it’s not everyone’s thing. But Shane…he’d thrive there with his Golden Retriever energy. I rake my gaze over him. Yeah. I’d like to see what moves he brings to the dance floor.
He nods eagerly, hands gripping my biceps. “Wanna?”
“I’m down,” Maddox says. “It’s been forever for me, and East has never been. I’ll gladly pop that cherry.” He sends a suggestive look Easton’s way. One Easton doesn’t return. His blue eyes are wide.
“Clubbing? Really?” His words end on a slight whine. His gaze pings around like he’s looking for an escape. Theyland on me, and his eyebrows lift imploringly. “Stone. Shut these two down. A club is a horrible idea.”
I tighten my lips against a smile. I send him an apologetic look. “Actually. I’m a big fan of the queer nightlife here. I won’t ever say no to a bunch of hot and sweaty men grinding up on me.” Especially the blond-haired, blue-eyed stunner next to me.
“Amen,” Frankie says.
The expression melts off Winters’s face, and he glares daggers at me. Which is completely ineffective because even an angry Winters looks about as intimidating as a kitten. The guy is too sweet-faced to be intimidating.
“Urgh. How?How?You’re Jed Stone. Made of stone. Grumpy serious. You don’t like clubs. They’re much too fun for you.”
A chuckle catches in my chest, and I grin. “Winters, relax. A guy like you? All you have to do is stand on the dance floor, and the men will flock to you. You won’t have to do a thing. That’s what I do. I just walk out to the floor and stand there. Voila, asses and dicks all over me.”
Easton wrinkles his nose. “That sounds horrible.”
Ah, shit. I forgot Easton is demi.
A hard glint sparks in Maddox’s eyes. “Abso-fucking-lutely not. If another man touches you, I’ll rip out his jugular. With my fucking teeth.”
“Ooooh,” Frankie says. “Maddy’s sexy when he’s possessive.”
A dopey, lopsided smile spreads across Easton’s face. “Dawww, babe. I love you, too.”
All animosity evaporates from Maddox, and he walks over and presses a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Love you too.” He spins around, his brow set as his head sweeps the room. “All right, boys.” He turns to Shelby. “Andwoman. We’re going clubbing. Frankie, can I count on you?”
“Of course, babe. My closet is your wonderland.”
“Wait,” Shane says, head pinging back and forth between Maddox and Frankie. “Is there a dress code or something?”
An evil look passes between Maddox and Frankie, then Maddox grabs Shane by the arm and pulls him off the couch. “Come on. Let’s go. Shelbs, you too. The four of us are picking out outfits. These fun suckers won’t know what hit them when we’re done.”
“Seriously,” Frankie says, leading the way up the stairs. “Just stand there, he says. On a dance floor? Who are these people?”
Shane scrambles after them. “Fun suckers doesn’t actually sound that bad.” His voice fades as they disappear from view.
I blink at Winters and Nebiolo. The silence stretches out. What…just happened?
