Page 34 of On The Edge
And he’s going topay.
Throwing back the blanket, I rip the door open and scream.
“Reisyn Gregory Mathers!” The rage is clear in my voice. The pitch, as well as volume, could shatter glass. “Get your sorry fucking ass out here, right now, or I swear to Lucifer you’re going to be sorry!”
The hallway is wide and pale; white marble floors, and white walls with white trim and high ceilings. Definitely giving off an opulent feel. I immediately want to paint all over. There’s noexpression, nolife.But I guess I haven’t seen the rest of the place. Wherever I am.
“It’s too early for this,” Kai groans in that deep voice of his. It’s even deeper with sleep. He peeks his head out of the door opposite me, his light hair sticking up all over and his eyes heavy with sleep. He’s shirtless and… well, my mind goes blank.
Damnit, are they all ripped now? How? When do they have the time to be so fucking muscular?
Kai has tattoos here and there; a huge pirate ship on his ribcage, some script on his chest right over his heart. It’s too small for me to see from here, but I want to go closer to read it. What words were so important that he got permanently inked into his skin?
Later. That’s a question for later.
“Where is he?” I sneer, my anger cutting through my attraction.
“Melody, baby girl, it’s only eight in the morning. Our fearless leader finally gave us the morning off, so we’re all trying to take advantage and sleep. It’s really hard to do with you screaming the house down. And not even for a fun reason.” He pouts, resting his head on the doorframe.
I storm closer to him. “Shut it, Kai. You know what he did, so where. Is. He?” I poke him with each word and he looks dramatically hurt.
“Physical violence is not necessary, but always welcome with me, Sync.” He smiles predatorily, but points to the door next to mine.
Adam steps out of the room further down the hall in navy pajama bottoms and a bare chest. “Melody, let him be. He’s an asshole in the morning. More than he usually is, if you can believe it,” he grumbles.
“Do you all sleep half-naked?” I mutter, but feel my cheeks redden with my arousal. Fuck, Adam grew up so nicely. He’s always been hot, but he went from “I’ll have her home by nine, sir,” to “she calls me daddy, too” kind of hotness.
Adam smirks and tips his chin to Kai like they’re laughing about something. Adam puts his hands in his pockets and winks at me. “Do you like what you see?”
I swallow the lump in my throat because I need to find Reis to give him an ass-whopping, but fuck, both Kai and Adam are looking at me like I’m breakfast. Shaking my head to try to clearsome of the growing lust clouding my judgement, I clear my throat.
“I think you’ve both grown a lot since high school,” I blurt out stupidly. The words leave my mouth and I immediately,immediately, want to take them back.
“Oh, I have.” He winks again and stalks towards me, grabbing my hips possessively in his big hands. “But you knew that already.”
“What?” Kai snaps, the teasing mood broken as he looks at Adam with disbelief. “What does that mean?”
“Yeah, Melody, what does that mean?” Adam tilts his head, daring me to deny what happened. My eyes narrow. The cockiness on his face makes my anger flare again, blasting through the lusty-haze. Pushing against his chest with both of my hands, I break out of his hold, and clench my teeth.
“Don’t be a dick,” I snap at Adam, intent on turning towards Reis’ door to punch him while he’s sleeping.
Kai grabs my arm and spins me toward him. “What does he mean, baby girl?”
I didn’t want everyone–and by everyone, I mean Reis and Kai–to find out that Markus and Adam had gotten me off at the bar. While those two seemed cool with sharing and…partakingin that experience with me, Reis and Kai… I don’t know where they stand.
I don’t think that I could survive being told by the objects of my high school fantasies that I was disgusting.
I’ve lived through being told that enough for one lifetime.
I decide on, “We had a moment at the bar. Adam and I.”
“Am I that forgettable, Melody?” Markus comes out of his room, pulling his curly hair up into a bun on the top of his head. As he does it, his biceps flex and his abs tighten, and my mouth starts to water as I watch. Once again, these guys must be allergic to sleeping with shirts on.
And I just can’t find it in myself to be mad about it. Look at all the eye candy.
I can’t drool. I can’t. I can’t… butGod.
There’s a small tattoo on his hip bone, in the V of his adonis belt, of some kind of bird. But I can’t look too closely right now, otherwise he’ll outright comment on my ogling.
