Page 206 of There's No Us Without You
“Are you going to sulk all day, baby?” Will says, shaking his head. “Because I’d like nothing more than to punish you for being a brat, if that’s the case.”
Eden pokes her tongue out. “I hate you.”
“Sure you do. Pretty sure we made up yesterday... twice. Then again an hour ago, Sunshine.”
I can’t help the smile on my face when Eden scrunches her nose up and huffs—exactly like a brat.
Jesus Christ.
I really do get it now.
“As much as I want those details,” I say, tapping Will on the arse and heading into the kitchen, “I want to know what happened with Eden and Gabby.”
Eden sighs and sits up to rest her forearms on the top of the couch, then links her fingers together and drops her chin onto the backs of her hands. “Will and I had a fight after Tyler dropped him home yesterday. Will was a total dick to him, so I went after Tyler because Will also told me he didn’t need me.”
I whip my head towards Will—now seated on the couch again—the fridge door paused halfway open. “Fucking what?”
“What? I said I was sorry.”
“Did he say he was sorry, baby?” I turn my attention to Eden again.
She grins. “He did. Then he fucked me up against a wall.”
“Jesus,” Will says, sinking into the couch and side-eyeing Eden. “Let the man eat before you make him hard.”
“Too late,” I say, while grabbing a punnet of strawberries and ignoring my dick.
I’m glad the air from the fridge is keeping me cool. Just because I was on my death bed two days ago doesn’t mean my hormones decided to join my body—they’re going strong.
Will isn’t wrong, though. I do need to eat before I even think about doing anything with my dick.
When I straighten, I raise a hand. “Hold up—why did Tyler bring you home?”
Will groans, giving Eden the full Willis Becker death glare. Clearing his throat, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “I may have shown up drunk on his doorstep Friday night.”
My shoulders sag, and I slam the fridge door closed before leaning my back against the granite, throwing the punnet of strawberries behind me.
I grip the sides of the bench, my knuckles turning white. “You guys shouldn’t be fighting with Tyler. What happened isn’t his fault.”
“Yeah, Will,” Eden says, a sly little grin on her face. “What happened isn’t his fault.”
A growl erupts from Will’s chest. “Jesus, woman. Keep going, I dare you.”
Maybe they need to make up some more, considering Eden is still pretty pissed at Will. And vice versa.
But I kind of like it.
My dick twitches against my sweatpants, and I glance down, now regretting not putting on any underwear. Can’t blame the poor guy, though. It has been a few days since he last saw some action, and considering I’m almost back to full strength, it’s only natural I’d have a massive hard-on watching these two argue.
All Will gets in return is a roll of Eden’s eyes before she focuses on me again. “Anyway, as I was saying, I went to Tyler’s to see if he was okay after Will dropped a massiveDad’s alivebomb on him.”
Bloody hell. This just keeps getting better.
“Oh shit, you did?”
Will crosses his arms over his chest and nods. “Not my finest hour.”
“How did he take it?”
