Page 50 of Raise 'Em Up

“Oh yay, it’s the meatheads,” Ursula says as she passes me. “Lock up all the food if we want to have any left.”

I just roll my eyes and shake my head. “Hi,” I tell Trevor.

“Hey, babe.” He pulls me into his arms and presses a kiss to my lips.

“Careful, wouldn’t want to get arrested for fucking in public again.” Alex gives me a shit-eating grin.

“Why did you have to tell him?” I groan at Trevor as I rest my head against his chest.

“We’re besties, babe. Just like me and you are supposed to be. And it hurts my feelings that you didn’t tell me yourself.”

“Because you would never let me live it down.” Not that I’m ashamed of it. It was a hot as fuck night.

“Damn right.” He grins. “My girl, Rylee, getting thrown in the slammer for fucking in a car.”

“Oh, grow up.” I roll my eyes, but grin.

“Never!” He scowls. “Growing up is boring. I don’t want to be some stuffy old man.”

“True.” I nod. “Never change, babe.”

“I don't plan to.” He nods his head.

“So.” I turn to Trevor. “Wanna have a repeat, but this time, in a bed?” I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Are you drunk?” He grins.

“Nope. Just a little tipsy. But still in the mindset of full consent.” I nod and he chuckles.

“Go get it, my man!” Alex slaps his ass. “Well, make sure to turn up the music so we can’t hear. Trust me, Rylee is a screamer.”

“Ren, shut your man up before I do it,” I growl, glaring at my best friend.

He grins harder. “You love me and you know it.”

“We’ll see.” I raise a brow.

“Let’s go test that then.” Trevor grins, grabbing my hand.

“You know damn well it’s the truth.” I laugh, rushing up the stairs with him. We don’t get alone time like this often, and I plan on taking whatever time I get with him when I can.

Today is the day! I can hardly contain myself. I have been planning the perfect night for Rylee and us.

I hope she likes it. I know I may have gone overboard, but I just want her to know how much I love her.

How I'd be lost if she was to ever leave me.

I'm aware it’s not healthy how codependent I have become with her, but she helps me sleep what little hours I can manage.

I can tell the guys are starting to get mad at how much I monopolize her nights. But tonight, that’s going to change. I have booked us a huge ass room at the hotel on the beach.

I don’t see group sex in our future for this evening, but there is a huge ass bed we can all share.

Rylee can be in the middle, like a queen, as her harem loves and adores her.

I leave the apartment so the guys can get ready, and walk up to the kitchen. A few girls are making dinner and it smells amazing.

“Wow, you look sharp,” Felicia says as I walk by her and go to the fridge.

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