“If anything happens, I’d be more worried about Ezra,” I said.
“Same. He seems…vanilla and selfless,” Lemon said.
“She did say she wanted someone like that,” I said.
Reid frowned.
“They’re talking about what kind of lover he might be,” Wyatt said with a grin before finishing off his champagne.
Reid’s expression turned horrified.
I flagged our waiter down with another hundred and got us another round of drinks. Lemon declined because she had to drive home. So did Wyatt. Roe, Reid, and I kept drinking.
By the time we’d walked through the whole gallery, I was buzzed on endorphins and champagne. Every artist that was featured, including the main, Jane Fontaine, was so inspiring. Wyatt made a comment about having art like that in our futurehome one day. Roe said we would, but it would be mine. I liked it a lot when the three of them talked about a future with me in it. I liked being able to imagine my future with excitement instead of dread.
After the event, Mac left with Ezra. He was taking her to dinner and promised to bring her home after. Lemon gave us all a wave goodbye before getting into her car and heading home. It was just the four of us now. Wyatt was driving us to get something to eat. They’d noticed I was a little more buzzed than them, maybe a lot more, and I’d admitted that I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
Roe and I rode in the back together while Wyatt drove and Reid sat shotgun. I was snuggled against Roe, tracing the tattoos on his arm with my finger, when we pulled up to a Chinese restaurant. Wyatt and Reid offered to run in to grab us food to take back to Reid’s place while Roe and I stayed in the car.
I ran my fingers down to the butterfly tattoo that went across Roe’s middle fingers. “Did you know all three of you have butterfly tattoos?”
“I did know that.”
“Why is that?”
His chest shook as he chuckled. “From losing bets with each other. We all have little hearts tattooed on us from losing bets, too.”
I pulled away from cuddling to face him. “You wagered permanent drawings on your body?”
He shrugged. “I don’t think they turned out too bad.”
“Where’s your heart tattoo?” I asked.
He reached out and grabbed a tendril of my curled hair. “It’s on my ankle.” He leaned in and kissed me. He was wearing his lip piercing tonight. The cool metal felt good against my warming skin.
By the time he pulled away, I felt hot and achy all over. So I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. I returned to kissing him, which he seemed happy to reciprocate. His hands went to my hips and he helped me grind against him.
I snaked my fingers into his hair as I kissed down his neck. I ran my teeth over the spot I knew made him shiver. His breath hitched and his hands tightened on my hips.
“Roe,” I whispered. “I need you.”
He let out a groan. “You’ve been drinking.”
“We’re in a relationship, Roe.” I pouted a little. “Does that mean we never get to have drunk sex?”
“You want me to fuck you in this back seat when Reid and Wyatt are walking back to us right now?”
“Yes.”
Just as I said that, they both climbed in.
“Hello, what do we have going on back there?” Wyatt said as he started the car.
“Just drive,” Roe strained to say.
Wyatt chuckled and did as Roe said.
I continued to kiss, lick, and bite Roe while grinding against his now-hard cock. “Please,” I begged as I moved back until I was kneeling on the floor between his legs, undoing his pants.
