He starts to move, but I grab his wrist. “Tristan?”
He looks back at me. “Don’t worry. It’s still a secret.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Tristan shakes his head. “No, thank you.” He leans down near my ear. “You ruined me and I loved every second.”
I watch him walk out, and then I fall back on the bed. Drunk, exhausted, but completely fucking satisfied.
The next time I open my eyes, it takes me a minute to realize where I’m at. Then I remember. Tristan’s room. I gaze down at my naked body and the used rubber beside me as the events of last night, or rather early this morning, flood my mind. I fucked Rocco’s kid. Jesus. At least he’s leaving town tomorrow. I just need to get my clothes and get out of here.
I climb out of bed picking my clothes up from the floor and quickly dressing. My head feels like it’s going to explode. No surprise since I was the one drinking like a college kid last night. I step into the hallway and make my way downstairs, hoping to just quietly sneak out. That hope is squashed though when I see Tristan and Rocco sitting on the patio drinking coffee. Two guys sleep on the couch and several more are passed out on the floor.
Rocco sees me first, waving for me to join them which causes Tristan to glance up. His expression is so neutral it makes me think I dreamed what happened last night.
I step out to join them. “Morning.”
Rocco smiles. “Coffee?”
“Yeah. I feel like shit.”
He laughs. “Join the club. We were just talking about the same thing.”
“I don’t even remember how much I drank.”
Tristan sips his coffee. “At least you stuck with beer. I had so many shots I’m surprised I remember anything.”
I chuckle softly, pouring myself a cup of coffee. “It was a fun party.” Tristan’s eyes linger on mine for a moment. “What time is it?”
“Noon.”
My eyes widen. “Fuck. Are you serious?”
Rocco nods. “I passed out around three I think.”
“Me too,” Tristan says.
“Sorry I took your bed.” I avoid his eyes. “Hope you found a comfortable place to sleep.”
Tristan grins. “Yeah. Just crashed in one of the guest rooms. Woke up to some random trying to suck my dick.”
My eyes widen. “A random?”
“One of my friends brought him, and I guess he thought I was down. I wasn’t.”
“Guess it doesn’t hurt to try,” Rocco says, laughing.
“I’m picky where this dick goes.” I shift in my seat. “Only the best for me.”
My eyes meet his. “It’s good to have standards.”
“I know. There’s this one guy I have my eye on.” He glances at his dad. “He’s the most perfect human I’ve ever seen.”
Rocco tilts his head. “Yeah? Where’d you meet him?”
“Just through some people I know. He thinks I’m too young though.”
No, I fucking don’t.
