Page 64 of Broken Halo

“Then you can listen. I’m taking you home so we can talk privately.”

I hug myself tighter. “I don’t have to listen to anything you say and I’m staying here tonight. Griffin is already settled and I’m not waking him again. I did that last night and he didn’t sleep well.”

He shrugs like it’s no skin off his broad, chiseled back. “Then you can sit here and listen.”

“Sorry, I’m tired and I’ve had too much to drink. I’m going to bed.”

I turn to escape, but Trig catches my hand and stops me. “Angel, I have your panties in my pocket. You’re going to listen to me.”

My jaw drops.

“And with that,” Eli turns to my sister and holds out his hand, “we’re going to bed.”

Jen doesn’t look at Eli because her eyes are too busy gaping at me after the announcement of the whereabouts of my panties, specifically, that they aren’t on me.

“Baby,” Eli calls for her and she finally glances at him.

“Okay, I’ll just, ah,” her eyes dart back to me, “check on Griffin and then head to bed.”

“I just covered him up,” Eli announces.

“You did?” Jen looks like she might melt on the spot from her ovaries bursting into a scorching, erotic mess of flames. Forgetting all about me, she goes straight to the love of her life without offering me a goodnight or a toothbrush.

Traitor.

Trig squeezes my hand and I look up. In the middle of his dark features, his frosty blue eyes are anything but cold.

They’re blazing and determined and so very, very sober. I sway and he yanks me into his body, splaying his big hand over the small of my back and ass. “I want your attention so let’s get this done before you pass out. I don’t want you to say a word.”

“Shit,” I mutter.

He puts a finger over my lips and shakes his head.

Shit!

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Unorganic Vodka

Listen to your heart. Sometimes your head just plain overthinks.

Trig

She falls into my chest and I slide my hand to her ass, where I can tell she’s still panty-free, and hold her to me. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Vodka,” she answers, not answering but also telling me she’s had too much. “And not the organic kind, but I don’t care. I haven’t had a drink in months and it made me feel better about the desk sex.”

I grip her ass and make her eyes go big as I narrow mine. “You didn’t feel good about the sex before?”

She frowns and gives her head a shake. “Why would I?”

“Because it was good,” I correct her. “Better than good. The best I’ve had since the last time I was with you, which is a long fucking time. And I’m not going to shit you, Ellie, I look forward to it happening again, preferably in a bed when you’re completely naked so I can give you the attention you deserve.”

“Oh my God,” she breathes.

“Exactly,” I confirm. “You’ll be calling that out on repeat. I promise.”

“Stop it,” she begs.

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