Page 96 of Descent

“I did. Last night. You guys were…busy.”

My cheeks flame, images from last night flickering in my mind. I wonder what Ronan walked in on. I wonder what he thought or what he’s thinking now. Before I can ask though, he continues.

“Not going to lie, I thought Asher would have been the last person to fall for Liam’s charm.”

I raise a brow at him in question.

“You thought Vincent before Asher?”

He shrugs. “I could see Vincent enjoying causing Liam pain, and I think Liam would enjoy it too.”

“Not a chance in fucking hell,” Vincent calls out easily, clearly not asleep.

“You say that now, until you see how tight my asshole is,” Liam says sleepily.

“Jesus, what a way to wake up,” Asher grouches.

The sheets rustle before Asher stands on his feet, making his way into the kitchen. He doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes as he high-tails it for the coffee. I let him do his thing, doing my best not to stare but I’m worried about him. Worried about Liam. Maybe a little worried about myself.

Slowly, Liam gets to his feet with his crutches, smoothly making his way through the kitchen before he stops in between Asher and me. He places a quick kiss against Asher’s bare shoulder, that instantly has him tensing before Liam gives me a matching one on my cheek.

My eyes watch Asher carefully, as his rigid shoulders slowly relax and he turns around to face us. His face is impassive and stoic, though I see a little bit of concern in his eyes. When I give him a warm smile, I watch as that concern begins fading and he returns it with a small one of his own.

“Did you make breakfast?” Liam asks Ronan. “Thank you, daddy.”

Ronan scoffs, his face pinched up in irritation that makes me laugh.

“What’s wrong? You love it when I call you daddy,” I tease.

He looks down at me with a flat look as Liam cuts in, two pieces of bacon already shoved into his mouth.

“Yeah, and you’re the oldest one in the group, AKA, daddy.”

Ronan’s hand smacks against my bare ass, the baggy t-shirt I have on barely covering me as he shakes his head.

“You’re encouraging him and it’s too fucking early for this.”

I can’t help but giggle as Vincent pushes to his feet, moving over to us like a zombie. He doesn’t wait his turn or even ask anyone to move. Instead, he pushes through Liam and Asher before snatching me out of Ronan’s grasp. His arms wind around me as his face buries into my neck, inhaling deeply before blowing it out and tightening his hold on me.

“Good morning,” I smile, as my hand reaches up and begins scratching his head.

He makes the softest moan of approval as his lips murmur against my neck.

“Morning, Siren.”

“When did you get in last night?” I ask.

“Five or six,” he answers.

I frown at that, looking at the clock on the stove.

“It’s seven.”

He shrugs, still nuzzled into me, as my eyes come to Ronan before the others.

“Any news on Andrew? Did you guys find him?”

Vincent tenses in my arms before pushing up to his full height.

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