Page 27 of Savage Little Queen

“No. She’s with Anson at their practice. What do you need? Maybe I can help.”

“Bianca needs something to wear. I was hoping Rosalie might have something for her. They look about the same size.”

Fox frowned. “She probably does. She has loads of clothes she doesn’t wear. Cole loves to buy them for her like she’s his damn Barbie.”

I raised my eyebrows at that. Cole didn’t strike me as that kind of guy, but fuck, what did I know.

“What do I do?” Cole asked, coming into the room.

“Buy Rosalie too many clothes,” Fox said.

Cole rolled his eyes. “She’s my girl. She deserves gifts from her favorite.”

“Fuck off,” Fox muttered at Cole’s jab.

Cole grinned before looking at me. “Dandelion need something to wear?”

“Yeah.”

“Come with me. I have the hookup.” He nodded for me to follow him, so I did. We went upstairs and to Rosalie’s bedroom.

I stared wide-eyed at the massive bed in the room.

“Holy shit,” I murmured, taking it in. “Do you guys all sleep in here?”

“Sometimes,” Cole said, going to a large walk-in closet that could double as a second bedroom.

I followed him inside and found Fox was right. There were so many clothes hanging up that Rosalie probably didn’t even know each individual piece.

“We mostly just have a hell of a lot of fun with her on that bed,” Cole continued, pulling down a pink dress and then a baby blue cashmere sweater before he moved onto pants.

“How does that work?” I asked.

He looked over his shoulder and grinned at me. “Come on, man. You do it with your girl too. Right?”

“Yeah, but are you guys. . . involved?”

Cole raised his brows at me. “No. I mean, I’ve touched some cock before in my day, and sometimes kissing happens when shit gets hot, but we’ve never done anything past that. Why? You guys do?”

I shook my head. “I don’t.”

“Ah.” Cole grinned. “Fucking nice. That’s hot. I bet Bianca is into that. She strikes me as the type.”

I chuckled softly. “Yeah, she’s something.”

“Come on, man.” He handed me an armload of clothes and went back for more. “Talk to me. You want some cock, brother?”

I snorted at his crass words.

“It’s all good. I don’t tell secrets,” he continued, grabbing some black leggings. “Does Bianca like leggings?”

“Yeah.” I wrinkled my nose, not liking them myself.

He grabbed another pair and rifled through more clothes. “So. Cock. You into it or not?”

“Man, shut up,” I said, shaking my head at him as just his ass was sticking out of a rack of clothes. I had no idea what he was digging for, but I found out when he came out with a pair of white sneakers that looked like they’d never been worn.

“Size seven. Will those fit Bianca? She looked like a seven.”

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