Trailing behind them toward the waiting car, I feel my purse buzz with a message. Assuming it’s Zeke finally texting me back, Ipull out my phone, a smile already forming on my lips, but the second I glance at the screen, the smile vanishes.
MIKEY: I figured I’d try one last time since you keep ignoring my calls and texts. We’re going to run into each other tonight, so maybe grow up and talk to me like an adult. I just want five minutes, Adds.
God, I hate when he calls me that.
“Everything okay?” Willow asks, eyeing me as I stare at my phone.
I hand it over without saying a word, and she takes one glance before pulling a face.
“You know he won’t stop until you talk to him, right?”
“Yeah, I know.” I sigh, shoving the phone back in my bag.
“Forget that dickbag for a minute—I know you’ve been with Roman this week, and don’t even try to lie to me. Something had to have happened.”
I shrug, biting back a smile. “Nothing happened… with him, anyway.”
She stops dead and spins around, pointing a finger at me. “Okay, I’m driving.”
“What?”
“I mean it,” she says, already fishing her keys out of her bag. “I have zero desire to parent tomorrow with a hangover, and I need the full story, start to finish.” I can’t help but laugh as she herds me toward her car, calling out, “Mom, Dad, I’m driving Addie!”
Dad frowns, already halfway to the car. “Why? I’d really like us to arrive together.”
“We’ll be right behind you, Dad,” Willow says sweetly. “But I need to talk to Addison about my cycle, unless you want all the details?” Dad immediately backs off, muttering something underhis breath. For a guy who’s been a girl dad for years, periods still send him running every time.
“See you in a bit, girls,” Mom calls, and the second I’m buckled into the passenger seat next to Willow, she turns to me with that look.
“Start talking. I want every single detail.”
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
ZEKE
What was supposedto be a quick shower before the awards tonight turned into Jasper pressing my chest against the tile and fucking me like he was trying to etch himself into my spine. Roman just leaned back against the wall, stroking his cock, eyes glued on every thrust, every sound, and every shudder that tore through us.
The things that came out of Rome’s mouth while he watched…Fuuuck. They were the kind of words that make your knees buckle and your back arch because Roman doesn’t just talk. He speaks to ruin you, and I don’t know what got me off harder—Jasper’s cock driving into me like he couldn’t get close enough, his breath ragged against my ear as he whispered how much he loved me, or Roman telling me I was taking it like a good boy while he just watched as if we existed purely for his pleasure.
Both, always both.
Now I’m standing in the living room in my charcoal suit pants and crisp black button-down when Roman strolls in, wearing the same, except his pants are navy and his shirt’s white, top buttons undone, giving me a flash of tattooed skin at hiscollarbone. It’s enough to make my mouth go dry, and he just grins. He knows exactly where my mind’s gone and lets me look as long as I want.
“You’re in so much trouble,” I say, my lip twitching as I give Roman a slow, obvious once-over. “You know what seeing you in that suit does to him.”
“Why do you think I wore it?” He just smirks, spritzing cologne on his neck.
Not even a minute later, Jasper strides in and stops dead in his tracks, eyes going wide as they sweep over the two of us.
“Fuck me,” he growls. “You two in suits give me an instant hard-on.”
I laugh, but Jesus Christ… he’s in all black, and it’s doing things to me. The shirt, the slacks, the way every inch clings to him like it was stitched with the sole purpose of being ripped off. He looks so good it’s criminal.
“You don’t have to pretend,” I tease, moving closer and brushing my lips over his. “We all know this is your favorite version of Roman.”
Jasper grins, shaking his head. “Not true… I haven’t seen my favorite version of Roman yet.”
