Without wasting too much time debating, I leave the TV on and place the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the handle before grabbing our cups. If he wakes, it may give him some comfort and help lull him back to sleep.
Two steps at a time, I hurry down to the kitchen. My stomach has been grumbling for the past hour. Damn Theo, taking his sweet-ass time bringing me food.
Downstairs, I am greeted with chaos. I would like to tell you we all sip wine and read a book by the fire every evening, but who am I kidding. I live with six men. If they aren’t yelling at the TV about some dipshit fumbling the ball or how the other team sucks balls, they are hollering profanities at each other for being pussies. Trust me, it’s always loud in here.
I glance in the den, where I see Vic and Mason going head-to-head with some kind of video game.
“Fuck yeah, pussy! How you like them apples? Go ahead, bend over for Daddy.”
See what I mean?
“Shut the fuck up, cunt.”
I poke my head in farther and make a tsking sound. “You boys better tone down all the pussy and cunt talk. It’ll make me horny.” I flash them a smile and they bark out laughter.
In the kitchen, Theo and Hayes are engrossed in something on Theo’s phone.
“Y’all better not be watching porn.”
Theo’s face scrunches up in disgust. “Why the hell would I watch it when I’m about to make some?”
I roll my eyes at his crudeness and snatch the bag containing a shit-ton of calories and the best damn burger in the state of Georgia. “This mine?”
Theo nods his yes and gets back to his phone. Whatever they are looking at has them both enamored.
I shrug and pull out my greasy burger from Joe’s. Taking a huge bite, I moan with pleasure.
Theo’s head snaps up and his eyes lock with mine. “Hurry up.”
I smile devilishly and chew at a snail’s pace. Anticipation is everything and Mr. Do-it-right-now needs to learn a little delayed gratification.
He’s onto my game, though, shooting me a death glare straight out of hell.
With a mouthful of food, completely ignoring that glare, I ask, “Did you get your dicks wet?”
Hayes chokes, his head jerking up. “Were we supposed to? Because I would appreciate a redo, ma’am.”
Giggling, I finish chewing and gaze at Theo. He scowls for a second and then goes back to his phone.
“No, Sergeant Hayes, you weren’t. Although, I heard it was a possibility for tonight.”
Hayes shakes his head in confusion. Poor thing.
A growling noise comes from deep in Theo’s chest, catching my attention. He glowers at my burger, encouraging me to hurry. Someone is testy tonight.
When I take a teeny bite then lay down the burger, grinning at Theo, he springs from the table, grasping my hands before I have time to even wipe them. “That’s enough. You’re done.”
I’m over his shoulder in seconds, squealing my objections. Seriously, as quick as I woofed down that burger, it may come back up.
“Just in your panties, huh?”
Smack. My ass stings.
What? My panties? Oh, my text. You gotta love a jealous man. I hang on tight as he clomps up the stairs like some kind of Neanderthal. I hope he doesn’t wake Cade with all his shenanigans.
“I was joking, Theo.”
I pinch his butt through his sweats. It’s a phenomenal ass, if I do say so myself. Round, just like a beach ball. Each muscular cheek flexes as he climbs up the stairs with grace. It’s a magnificent sight, one I will never tire of.
