Page 100 of Shade
Let me ask you something. Do you remember when Willa told me she’s seen these boys naked more times than she cares?
I’ve now officially seen Roan’s dick way more than I need to. He’s not wearing any fucking clothes. It’s like he has an aversion to being fully clothed.
Taking the carton of orange juice from the fridge, he drinks it straight from the carton, then grins at me, winking. “Mornin’.”
Is your face the same color as mine? I bet not.
I smile back. “At least you shouldn’t have a problem getting through security.” And then my eyes drop. I mean, it’s out, why not check it out, right?Riiiiiiiight. I notice then his dick is pierced. Like Shade’s. “Well.” I nod south. “That could be problematic.”
Roan sets the orange juice carton back in the fridge and then shoulders past me. “I’ll be back.”
“Hurry up. We’re gonna be late. And get Shade while you’re up there.”
Roan waves his hand over his head, his perfectly white round ass my only view. “Nah.”
Nah? These two are about as helpful as fuck, aren’t they?
I look to Tiller, who’s now eating a banana and offers me a bite, a mischievous quirk to his eyebrow. “I bet you could deep throat this, couldn’t you?”
I glare at him and knock his hand away. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Actually, yes, I would.” He turns to face me, leaning casually on the counter and widening his arms. “I got something better for you to choke on.”
I punch him in the chest. “Stop fuckin’ around and go put some clothes on.”
“I like it rough.”
“I bet you do. You’re so immature.”
Tiller shrugs, unfazed. “Immature. . . horny. Probably both.”
“If you don’t go get dressed and get your banana-eating ass in the car in the next five minutes, I’m going to shove it up your ass.”
He laughs. Fucking laughs in my face. What do you think is going to come out of this sadistic motherfucker’s mouth next?
I bet you can’t guess. And if you can, props to you because I wasn’t expecting it.
Leaning into me, trapping me against the counter, he whispers, “Or I can shove my cock up your ass, because I’m pretty sure a girl like you would enjoy that sorta thing.”
I wink, licking my lips seductively because two can totally play the game of who can dish it the best. “Honey, there’s not much you can do to me that hasn’t been done already. You’re a little late for this podium finish.”
Tiller’s the only brother with brown eyes. I think it’s a perfect indication of his personality. He’s full of fucking shit half the time.
Tipping his head, he bites his goddamn lip and sticks his hand down inside his black briefs to you know, adjust himself and then backs away about a foot as a whispered, “Goddamn,” falls from his lips.
He’s sporting a semi, in case you were wondering. Or maybe he’s just that hung all the time. Apparently size runs in the family.
Sighing, I look to Brad who’s getting people out of the house, one by one. Even the dude on the table. Thank God. I’ve seen enough dick this morning. Well, that’s not entirely true because if Shade came downstairs naked, I’d probably forgive him for being late.
Brad steps inside the kitchen again about the time Roan is finally and thankfully taking his bag outside. “We need to leave in like two minutes,” Brad notes, then disappears outside.
Don’t panic, Scarlet.
“You know”—Tiller bumps my shoulder with his as he’s tugging on a pair of shorts, a T-shirt in hand—“I’d help you out and go get him for you. . . but something tells me it’d be more entertaining if you woke him up this time.”
“This time?” I raise an eyebrow and tuck my phone into the back p
