“It was kinda like this.” Wilder slapped his ass like a cowboy trying to get his horse to go faster.
Danny burst out laughing. “Bullshit! There was no ass slapping!”
“You were bent over like a goddamn pommel horse, though,” Wilder said. “I’m thinking of suing you both for emotional damages.”
Danny snorted. “Bruh, you see plenty of naked dudes.”
“Yeah, but they’re not fucking in my living room,” Wilder said.
Cash sprayed out a mouthful of his beer, and once he’d finished choking, he said, “Wow.” Coming from him it was practically the Gettysburg Address.
“You’re all just jealous,” Danny said, grinning. “None of you have a hot dude fucking you.”
Wilder tossed his hair. “Iamthe hot dude.”
“Yeah you are,” I agreed, because the guy was objectively pretty as fuck. Danny’s smile grew strained, and if I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was jealous—except we weren’t a thing, so that made no sense. But even through my tipsy haze, the idea that I might have insulted Danny didn’t sit right, so I added, “Wilder has abs, but Danny’s way cuter.”
“Awww, Danny’s the cute one,” Chase said and made kissing noises.
“Fuck off,” Danny said, but his cheeks were pink and his smile was back at full force, so I counted it as a win.
It was almost full dark and the mosquitoes and chiggers were starting to make themselves known, so we headed inside. I stumbled when I stood and Danny took my arm, laughing, and led me in the back door and down the hallway to the living room. “Yeah, no way you’re driving like that. You’re sleeping over.”
“I need to head back early for work,” I said, but it was a token protest. Maybe it was because I was tipsy, but spending the night curled up with Danny sounded about perfect.
“Yeah, I gotta start at six anyways, so I can wake you,” he said as he sat next to me on the couch.
Cash grinned and leaned over from where he was leaning on the door frame and whispered something to Chase, who snorted and said, “Cash says maybe he’ll wake you up with his alarm cock.”
Wilder let out a groan as he dropped into the sagging armchair. “That’s fucking terrible, Cash.”
Cash’s grin widened and he whispered to Chase again.
Chase laughed out loud. “He says Danny’s taking care of his tree lawyer’s morning wood.”
I laughed too, because that was actually pretty funny.
Chase went and got us another round of beers, and by the time I stumbled to bed an hour later I was well on my way to wasted. When Danny slipped into bed next to me wearing nothing but his boxers, the best I could manage was to curl up against his back, pet his bare stomach, and mumble, “You’re so pretty,” before sleep pulled me under.
I wokewith a jolt when I heard the muffled yell. By the time I realized where I was—Goose Run, Danny’s house, Danny’s bed—Danny was already up and moving. I fumbled for the switch of a bedside lamp that wasn’t there before I gave up and went after him. I bumped into his desk, and his computer came to life, giving me enough light to make my way to the door. Danny’s room was at the front of the house. When I got into the hallway, a light was flickering on toward the back of the house.
Someone darted across the hallway and into the bathroom. One of the twins, but I wasn’t sure which one until I heard, “Fuck. Fuck. Jesus. Holy fuck!”
That was too many words for Cash.
Danny followed him into the bathroom.
Another bedroom door opened, and Wilder stepped outside. “Dan—oh, Miller.” He hurried into the bathroom and reappeared a moment later. “Can you give us a hand here?”
“Sure,” I said, even though I had no idea what was going on.
“Just make sure he doesn’t bleed on everything,” Wilder said, pushing a towel into my hands. Then he headed into the twins’ bedroom, leaving me standing in the doorway of the bathroom holding a towel and looking at Chase.
Chase was leaning over the sink, his elbows on the vanity, squinting at his face in the mirror while the water ran and his nose dripped blood into the basin.Splat. Splat. Splat.Big, fat drops of it that turned my stomach.
“Don’t wash it,” Danny was telling him. He reached past him and turned the water off. “You have to wait until it stops bleeding.”
I hurried forward with the towel. “Holy shit. Are you okay?”
