Page 47 of The War Revision
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jordie sounds upset. I hate seeing that disappointed expression on his face.
“It started like a hook up, and I don’t know how but now…” I huff. “Let’s just say that it’s a fucking mess.” I try to make him understand even though I don’t get what I’m saying. “And you’re busy with the wedding, didn’t want to add to the stress.”
“Nonsense.” He slaps me on the arm a little less affectionately than I expected. “I’m never too busy for you, Kai. I’m sorry.” Jordie pulls me into a tight hug. He’s lean and shorter than me, but fuck, he can squeeze to kill. The hug is very welcomed, though. I didn’t know how much I needed this. Lately everything seems so unsteady.
“You are like the wind behind his tush,” Mel disturbs the moment, wiping a fake tear from the corner of his eye.
“And what a tush.” Jordie slaps my ass.
I wince at that. I’m still so damn sore.
“You got it wrong, Pixie. Cole is the top,” Russel tells Mel, making my cheeks heat.
“Well, well, well. Welcome to bottom land, Kai, where the G-spot or P-spot is very sought after. Preparation is key. Oh, don’t forget rides are a must—especially if your boo is hung like a horse.” Mel swats Russel’s chest, and now it’s his time to blush.
Jordie turns a serious gaze to my face. “Tell me…”
“Us,” Mel cuts in.
“Everything,” my brother finishes, taking a seat on one of the white sofas in the waiting area. All his attention is on me.
In the next ten minutes, I do—I leave out the juicy parts for once—but unload all the rest of the story.
Mel has been weirdly silent through my recount. He’s on Russel’s lap, head under his chin, a small smile on his lips. His frowning boyfriend is nearly taking all the space on the sofa.
“Wow!” Mel breathes out. And here he goes. “I thought you were just fucking.”
Jordie sighs. “I have to say, I had serious reservations about the two of you together. But, damn, you proved me wrong.”
“We aren’t together, Jordie.” I’m pacing the room. “We banter and have angry sex.”
“Angry sex…Grrrr. So good.” Mel puckers his lips suggestively.
“You said you spent time together afterwards. And you know so many things about each other,” my brother states.
“Cole never talked about his family to anyone, but me,” Russel tells me, still wearing that confused expression on his face.
“He didn’t say much,” I remind him.
“He said plenty, believe me. I’m quite shocked,” he insists.
“Why? I don’t get it. Cole is not an open book, but he’s not that closed off.” Just haughty and pompous and arrogant. The sexy prick.
A derisive sniff escapes him. “He must like you.”
“Oh, don’t look so baffled.” Jordie tsks. “You like him too.”
Fuck, I do. How did that happen?
“Let’s talk about your careless banging list.”
Fuck! I haven’t thought about my list since…I started hooking up with Cole.
“His what?” Russel asks.
“It’s a pathetic number of rules about his sex life,” Mel snorts.
“Hey, it’s not pathetic, you are,” I retort lamely, flipping him the finger.
