“Yeah. I’m good.” Except Crisis was in my bed, stroking my leg and I was getting turned on.
Ream’s brow lowered as he looked at the bed where the duvet had settled over Crisis. Shit. I coughed as I shuffled the duvet. “I better get up.”
“Sure. Yeah.” Ream glanced once more at the duvet then rose and walked to the door. “If you change your mind about brunch, we’re leaving at eleven.”
I nodded.
The door quietly clicked closed and I threw back the covers hiding Crisis. He rested his chin on his hands. “Pink negligee? You know that’s my favorite color, right?”
“I didn’t buy it.”
He grinned. “And definitely nice legs. Runner’s calves.”
This is what I liked about Crisis. He didn’t bring up the conversation with my brother because he knew I wouldn’t want to talk about it. He let it slide and was his usual self.
“You’re a good guy, Crisis.” I had no idea why I said it. Crisis didn’t need an ego boost, but sometimes, I wondered if he really knew that he was.
He never said anything and I didn’t expect him to, but his grin faded and he stared at me with those bright blue eyes. My breathing picked up to match my racing heartbeat as I imagined him grabbing me and pulling me underneath him, his mouth crashing down on mine. I pictured tasting him for the first time, feeling his weight on top of me, not suffocating but protective and warm. I wanted his hands on my body, touching every crevice while I explored his. I licked my dry lips and his eyes darted to them.
Oh, God.
I scrambled from the bed, staggering a couple steps before gaining my balance and escaping to the washroom. “I don’t want to drive today.”
I closed the door and leaned against it. God, what was that? Dangerous was what it was. What we had was perfect, and feeling anything more would ruin that. He was helping me get to normal and that was all I wanted. Sex wasn’t part of that. Even casual sex because I was sure from his reputation that was what it would be.
After I showered and dressed, and disposed of the simmering heat inside me, I walked down the hall, smelling the sweet aroma of coffee as I entered the kitchen. Kat was sitting on the counter, Ream standing between her legs, his hands on her hips. She glanced up and smiled. “Morning. How are you feeling?”
My brother obviously played it up that I wasn’t feeling well last night. “Fine.” I liked Kat; she was good for my brother, and from what I’d seen, held her own against his overbearing nature. I reached for a cup and poured myself some coffee.
“What’s the story with Deck and Georgie?” Kite asked as he strolled into the kitchen wearing ripped jeans and a white dress shirt, looking business chic. He was such a contradiction even in his clothing choice. “Suddenly, it’s brunch at his penthouse and she’s moving in.”
“She is?” Kat blurted.
Kite leaned back against the counter and sipped his coffee. “That’s what Logan said last night.”
Crisis walked by me, his hand lightly brushing across the small of my back. I watched as he stretched and pulled down a mug from the second shelf then poured himself a coffee. Every movement was casual and with easy confidence.
“About time he tasted some of that,” Crisis said. “Do you think she dyes her pussy like her hair? Fuck, Deck, going down on pink streaked pussy.” He laughed.
Kat snorted. “Figures you’d think of that.”
“Hey, I just say aloud what every other guy is thinking.” He leaned against the counter—beside me. Right beside me so our arms touched whenever he lifted his coffee.
“I wasn’t thinking that,” Kite said.
Crisis chuckled. “No, man, you were thinking about tying her down then whipping her ass until it was pink streaked.”
My eyes darted to Kite. The quiet, mysterious drummer with piercings and tats. It made sense, the control, the patience and calm he exuded. I bet when Kite took a girl, he took every piece of her and made her his. Jealousy wouldn’t even play into him because there’d be no question she’d be his and she’d never walk away unless he told her to.
Crisis nudged me and whispered, “Stop looking at him like you want to fuck him.”
“God, I wasn’t,” I whispered back. I had no interest in Kite. His mystery made me uneasy and I had enough pain in my life to never want to have it in the bedroom.
Ream lifted Kat off the counter, kissed her on the lips. “Let’s shower, babe. We have to go soon.” His gaze slipped over me to Crisis. “You need to go house hunting. Get on it.”
“What about Kite? Shit, man, I’m your brother.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to live with you. Did it for months, now I want time alone with my girl.” I tensed as I realized that maybe he wouldn’t say it, but wanted me gone, too. “Not you, sis. Just the guys.” Ream kissed me on the cheek then headed for the stairs, his hand in Kat’s. “And until you find a place . . . no bringing chicks back here—period. Don’t need any more psycho chicks causing problems for the band and my sister. That should get your ass moving,” Ream said over his shoulder. “Shit, wouldn’t doubt you’ll have a place by tonight.”
Kite opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. “Penthouse downtown. Right by the water.”
Crisis groaned. “Fuck. We’ll need security every time we walk out the door. You should’ve seen Haven’s school. I had an hour of signing.”
Kite scowled. “You shouldn’t have gone to her school.”
I picked up my mug and was about to slip away when Crisis snagged my hand. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Are you going to stay here?” He shrugged. “Didn’t you say you wanted to be downtown, closer to school? Find a job?”
My eyes narrowed. “Yeah.” Where was he going with this?
“Well, we could find a place for all of us.”