Page 27 of Forever Mine

Beck snarled at me as he threw his boyfriend on the couch. “Be ready, Jay. I’m coming for you.”

I just laughed. “Oh, I’m fuckin’ ready.”

CHAPTER 11

DAKOTA

“Kota!Come help me! The couch keeps moving.”

I closed and locked the door to Jay’s new apartment and turned to find my very drunk and possibly high boyfriend lying like a starfish in the middle of the floor. The couch and floor were covered with snacks. Beckett was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He was standing in the middle of the floor, looking a little woozy, with a broom in one hand and a mop in the other. He had…chocolate sauce…what the fuck, all over his face, in his hair, and on his chest. Riley was half passed out on the other chair, and I was pretty sure there were pretzels mashed into his hair.

“Hey, did you guys have fun?”

“These fuckers made a mess,” Beckett grumbled, but he still didn’t move.

Jay seemed more or less okay, and way less messy than the other two, so I went to Beckett first and gently took the mop and broom from him. “It’s fine. We’ll get it clean.”

“Okay. We saved you some of the whiskey.”

“Tell Daddy Kelly we said thank you!” Riley popped up out of nowhere to intercede.

“Um, what?” I asked at the same time Jay groaned.

“Can ya tell him to stop callin’ him that? It’s giving me all kinds of weird feelin’s.”

I dropped the cleaning supplies on the floor and knelt next to Jay. “You better not be thinking about my dad, Jaylin.”

He propped himself up on his elbow and pouted at me. “Only ’cause now I know what you’ll look like in your sixties, and you’ll be fuckin’ hot.”

I snorted, not sure how to process…that. My eyes scanned the room till I found the half-empty bottle on the coffee table. “Give me some of that.”

I didn’t even bother with a glass, chugging it right from the bottle. When I was done, I realized there were three pairs of shocked eyes on me.

I shrugged sheepishly. “What? Did you think I couldn’t hang?”

“Yeah, kinda,” Beckett admitted.

“Fuck, that was so hot.” Jay crawled over and pushed me back so I was leaning against the coffee table. He all but sat in my lap, squeezed the back of my neck, and attacked my lips.

He tasted like whiskey and salt, and I couldn’t get enough. My fingers curled in his hair, keeping him flush with my body. Jay’s hands slid down my side, his fingers just under the band of my pants.

A throat cleared.

Jay pulled away enough to glare at Beck. “Can you not fuck in the livin’ room?” he asked drily.

Jay scoffed. “That’s wild comin’ from you. Thought I was about to get scarred for life just five minutes ago.”

Riley laughed. “He has a point, Becks.”

Beck turned his glare to Ri. “Not helpin’, butterfly. Okay, new rule. No fucking or suckin’ face so hard that it’ll lead to fuckin’ in the living room. Got it?”

“What about the kitchen?” I asked, because I had to. He left himself open for that.

“You’re spendin’ too much time with Jay. And no kitchen either, main living areas are PG only.”

Riley frowned. He reached for the bottle and almost fell off. “How ’bout PG-13. I don’t think we have the best track record. Best to give us some leeway.”

Jay laughed. “Truth. And if you’re fuckin’ in the bathroom lock the damn door. This place has a lock, use it.” Then he covered his mouth and fake coughed, “cough cough, Beck,cough cough.”

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