Page 8 of Break: Vol. 2

He took one look at his open suitcase and me as I dug through his drawers, my brow furrowed, and reached for me. “Jamie, babe, what are you doing?"

"I'm packing," I threw over my shoulder. "Let go."

"You don’t have to pack my shit,” Darren insisted, dragging me away from the open suitcase on his bed with his firm hands on my waist.

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I reminded him. “We need to get it done now and you haven't even started."

“I know,” he said, kissing me where my neck met my shoulder. I froze and shuddered as his mouth opened and he licked the salt from my skin. “I can do it,” he said

“Well, I’m doing it anyway,” I replied. "I need something to do."

“But—” he started.

“No buts,” I cut in as I moved away from him and grabbed a pair of shorts from a clean pile on the chair in the corner of his room. I folded the shorts and stowed them away. How much did guys need on a week long trip?

“I think I know a way to distract you,” Darren replied, pushing the straining erection in his pants against my rear end as he continued to stand behind me, successfully distracting me.

I tsked at him. “I’m almost done,” I said. “We’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Jam-ie,” he said, a low masculine whine to his tone.

“Dar-ren,” I replied mockingly.

With a grunt, Darren pushed me towards the open bedroom door and slapped my ass, urging me to move. “Go spend some time with Cody. I’m sure he’d like your help packing.”

“You think so?” I turned down the hall. "Has he even started yet?"

“Don't think he has," Darren replied lightly. "Go, go,” he urged. “I’ll be fine.” With that, he snapped the door shut in my face and I was left staring at plain white wood, feeling like I had been manipulated. I glared at the door before sighing and heading towards Cody’s room.

Unlike Darren's, Cody's door was propped open. I paused on the threshold as I caught sight of him pacing across the room in nothing more than his boxers. I leaned against the door jam and watched him folding laundry.What was it about a domesticated man that got my engine going?

Soft 90s rock played from the corner iPod station. “Whatcha doing?” I asked, alerting him to my presence. His head jerked up and he turned.

“Hey, Jamie.” He waved me over and I pushed off the door frame to move towards him. He slid an arm around my waist, causing me to sigh as I snuggled into his side. “Not much,” he said, “just putting up some laundry and packing.”

"Darren said you weren't packed yet," I commented, peeking around him. “Do you need help?” I felt my eyes sliding closed despite my question.

“Nah, I’m good. It's actually almost finished—you okay?” I rested my head on his chest and breathed in his fresh and clean scent.

“Mmhmmm,” I answered.

His chuckle reverberated through his chest, making me grumble as it vibrated against my cheek. “You sure?” he asked.

I cracked open my eyes and squinted up at him before looking at his bed. I could have thanked God. He was practically done with laundry, and I was just then realizing how tired I was. My last exam had been that morning at eight am. Worst. Exam. Time. Ever. I'd been so keyed up just minutes ago—still riding the high of energy drinks and desperation that had gotten me through our exam week and now, with his warmth against me, I felt like I could just curl up and take a nice, long nap.

Pushing away from him slightly, I gathered up the remaining clothes on Cody’s bed as he stood by and watched silently. I moved them off the bed by dumping them in the small, rounded laundry hamper to the side, and crawled onto the navy blue comforter. Once my head hovered over the pillows, I let my arms collapse and my face plummet into their cushy softness.

Cody chuckled behind me. “Someone’s tired,” he said, his tone amused.

“Nap with me,” I grumbled my demand into the pillow. With Darren or Dex, I might not have gotten away with my tone of voice. But Cody took it well.

The bed dipped as Cody climbed onto the mattress with me. His arm found its way back around my waist, snaking around my body and pulling me closer to him. The heat of his naked chest rubbed my arm and as much as I wanted to curl into it, I forced myself to turn away so that I could back up and let him spoon me. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. It was like weights had been attached to my lashes and they were being held down.

“Wake me up for dinner, okay?” I mumbled.

“Sure,” Cody breathed against my neck.

I settled back more firmly against him, giving in to sleep in the safe arms of my red-haired prince as I dreamed of sun and ocean and four incredibly amazing guys showing me exactly what a vacation should be about.

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