“Yes,” Jamie says, completely unbothered. “And before you ask, no, they’re not staying long.”
My eyes flick between the four of them. “You didn’t think to… I don’t know…ask?”
He shrugs. “They’re helping me out with some hockey stuff. It’s not a big deal; they’ll be out of here soon. Plus, I thought you were asleep.”
“I was about to be, until the obnoxious laughter scared me awake.”
Jamie rolls his eyes before standing and gesturing to his friends.
“Ellie, meet Theo, Connor, Billy, and Wilder. They’re my buddies from the Storm,” Jamie explains. How is he not understanding why I am not happy right now? I should have been notified that there would be other men in the house, right?
Taking a deep breath, I try to center myself.
“Jamie, I don’t care if you have friends over. But it’s after midnight, I have class in the morning, and I’m in my freaking robe!”
“It’s a fashion statement, for sure,” the tall blonde one says. I think he’s Billy.
Jamie shoots daggers in his direction before looking back to me. His eyes soften, and it seems to finally click in his head.
“Guys, give us a minute.”
They sit back down on the couch as Jamie leads me through the kitchen and up the stairs into his bedroom. He shuts the door behind us.
Jamie turns back to me, his hands in his pockets, eyes searching my face.
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the guys were coming. I realize now how that could make you uncomfortable,” he says, his blue eyes looking like crystals as they search my face.
“I thought someone had broken in, Jamie,” and when I say it out loud it sounds impractical. Of courseno one broke in. I do live with a roommate, and he is allowed to bring people over. I just would have appreciated the courtesy of knowing they’d be here.
Jamie’s lips turn up into a smirk as if he’s trying his best not to laugh at me. Placing my hands on my hips, I do my best to look stern.
“Jamie, it’s not a joke!”
He composes himself, straightening and stepping closer to me.
“I’m sorry. It’s not a joke. I will tell you if I have anybody over next time, okay?” he says, and it’s hard not to fall for his charm. “How can I make it up to you?”
A grin forms on his face, and I have a feeling I know exactly what he’s thinking.
I point at him. “Jamie, your friends are waiting for you downstairs.”
He takes a few slow steps toward me as I begin to back away until I can’t anymore. The back of my legs hit his bed causing me to fall to a sitting position as Jamie stands in front of me looking like some sort of freaking god.
“And?” he asks, as if his friends being downstairs doesn’t bother him in the slightest.
“They’ll hear us,” I state, hoping that will deter him. I don’t want them listening to us having sex. That’s just weird.
“Let them,” he says, shrugging. What the fuck?
He leans down so that his hands are on the bed on either side of me and his face is inches away from mine. The scent of him makes me rethink my choice.
“Jamie, I—”
“You’re mine, Ellie. I don’t care what they hear, because you are mine, not theirs. Let’s make them jealous,” he grins.
“You’re insane,” I tell him.
“I’ve been called worse,” he winks. “Now lay down, Sweetheart. Let me make up formy mistakes.”
