Page 114 of Only Between Us

“Are they going home together?”

I chuckle. Pretty sure Siena means to whisper it to me, but my girl got hit hard by the Summeritas and she ends up shouting the question through the open front door.

“Their apartments are directly across the street from each other. Parker lives over a bar, Summer lives over a yoga studio.” I shut the door once everyone has driven off. “How much of that stuff did you all drink?”

The guys and I had come inside to complete mayhem in the kitchen: Mel and Summer lying on the kitchen island, curled up in laughter. Siena wrestling with Pete on the floor. And Shy scrambling for the bathroom, struggling to hold her bladder with the force of her laugh.

“You’ll have to ask them.” Siena melts into my side, fully rubbing up against me. “I barely had any.”

I snort. “Babe, you’re wearing Pete’s collar around your neck. How did that even happen?Whydid that even happen?”

She digs her fingers into my hair, gives it a little tug. Flutters her dark lashes at me. “So many questions. How about I give you an answer for every item of clothing you lose?”

“Siena…”

“Fine. I’ll give you an answer for every item of clothingIlose.” She sweeps the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting the fabric drift down her body. Stands there in a tiny pink thong and the bra I recognize from the night she fucked that toy for me. My entire body goes rigid with want.

But she’s drunk, wearing my dog’s collar, and needs to get her sexy ass to sleep.

She squeaks when I toss her over my shoulder and start up the stairs. I whistle into the house. “Pete, come. Let’s escort our girl to bed.”

Peter rushes out of the living room and climbs upstairs in pace with us. Such a good boy.

“Have I ever told you how good of an ass you have? Because you do. It’s phenomenal. Top tier. A-plus-plus, absolutely no notes.” Siena slips her hands into the back pockets of my jeans and gives a healthy squeeze. “Give this man’s ass the Lombardi.”

I chuckle. “My ass just won the Super Bowl?”

“And the Stanley Cup. The Commissioner’s Trophy. What do they win in basketball?”

“The Larry O’Brien.”

“Well, your ass gets that one, too.”

She gives me a satisfied smile when I lay her down on the bed in her new room. I’d been so tempted to move her into my own bedroom, but getting her to agree to live with me had been a miracle in itself. I figured we should probably ease into anything further.

I’m in it to turn thisexpirationshipto apermanentship. I’ll play the long game if I have to.

Siena pats the mattress beside her, does that little shimmy I love—curves bouncing, tits damn near spilling out of that nothing bra.

I rub my face. “You gotta stop doing that. Or do it more. I don’t fucking know.”

“Does this do it for you, Brooks Attwood?” She shifts onto her side, propping her head on her hand. “Me in Pete’s collar?”

“Youdo it for me. Anything and everything you do does it for me.”

“So get in this bed and prove it.”

“Please believe me when I say there’s very little I want more in life than to fuck us both into a coma right now. But you’re drunk and wearing my dog’s collar. Are you ever going to take that off, by the way?”

“Never.”

Siena bounces off the bed and beelines for her dresser. The piece of furniture had been there before, but those insane pictures she’d had in her living room now hang above it.

“Can I take another shower? I’m going to take another shower.”

She roots around, making a mess of the perfectly organized drawers Summer helped me with. I stand there just smiling stupidly at her in that tiny thong and bra, wreaking havoc on this bedroom, clothes flying everywhere. So sweetly chaotic.

Siena throws back her head and growls at the ceiling before flopping back onto the bed. “I can’t find your shirts.”

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