Page 54 of Tangled Rose

Chapter 28

Sex, sex, and more sex. That’s how the last twenty-four hours have gone. When two horny teenagers live in the same space, it’s like a green flag has been waved and we are a go for action. We don’t even have to manufacture ways to be together, like going out on a date or humping in a bathroom at school. All we have to do is choose a bedroom.

My eyes barely open when the alarm goes off Friday morning. I’m so damn tired, yet completely satiated. Tate McRae sings from Beau’s phone about being stupid for you. I laugh at the appropriateness of the song and poke Beau, who stirs grumpily, grabs the phone, and jabs at the screen a few times, shutting Tate up.

I do a double take when my eyes pop open and I notice we have company. A very smug Griffin stands at the end of Beau’s bed, already dressed in his football jersey, studying us all curled up together under the blankets. “So, this is fun, kids.” He grins, a twinkle in his eye as he catapults himself onto the end of the bed.

I shriek when the comforter shifts. “Griff!” I yank at it, pulling it up to cover my boobs.

“Dude! Get the fuck out of here.” Beau groans—though, given the amusement on his face, I don’t think he gives a shit what Griff does.

“Aw, come on. Don’t you think all the ladies dream of a Danbrook Double Play?” He flops on top of the comforter facing me and makes overexaggerated kissy lips at me.

“Beau, your brother’s gone crazy. Does he do this all the time?” The implication of lots of girls in Beau’s bed hits me as soon as the words leave my mouth, and I inwardly cringe.

“Nope, this is a fucking first.” Beau pulls me tightly against his body, then reaches over me to smack his brother upside the head. “What’s the deal? Do you need something?”

“I wanted to make sure you were awake because it’s game day, and we have that meeting before school starts.” He snickers. “I’m also beginning to wonder how you’re functioning after the all-night fuck sessions. That’s two nights in a row, man. You’re a goddamn beast.”

I blink, staring at him with my mouth agape. “You’ve heard us?”

Griff laughs. “Um, yeah. Me and Micah, both.”

“Wait, how? Oh no. His room is—”

“Bingo. His room is on the other side of the house from where we are because Mom had already decided which room she wanted to put ‘Lyle’ in. He’s right near the laundry room. Early yesterday morning, he thought he heard something weird.” He gives a dramatic pause, then wriggles his brows. “He went to investigate.”

I blush hard, slapping my hands over my mouth. My words come out muffled. “Oh my God. Tell me he didn’t—”

“Oh, he totally did. But no worries. I don’t think it fazed him much. Especially not after the little show we got while watching the movie the other day.”

“It’s official. I’m never looking Micah in the eye again. Or you.” I shove my hand in his face as I groan, imagining what Micah must have walked in on. Me, naked. Up against the wall with Beau on his knees feasting on me. Dangerous heat whips through me. Thinking about how good it had felt makes me hot and bothered all over again.

From behind me, Beau chuckles. “It’s payback, I guess. I totally caught him with Daphne over the weekend. FYI, they like to sneak off to the pool house, so make sure to make a lot of noise before going in there.”

Griff stifles a laugh. “Good to know. And good for you guys.” He pauses, a naughty glint to his eye. “And, bro, you have to tell me what you do to make her moan like that.” He sits up and winks at both of us.

Beau growls. “Okay. That’s enough. I’m serious. Get the fuck out, Griff.”

“I’m going. I’m going.” He stops to snicker. “You know, the opposite of what I heard out of your woman last night.” He leans back over and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Have a good rest of your day, sis. Get ready for the big game, bro!” With that, he jogs out of the room.

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Walking into school, Beau takes my hand, lacing our fingers. Griff and Micah walk behind us. When we get to the gym, he lifts our joined hands and kisses the back of mine. “Gotta go. See you in class, okay?”

“Yep. I’m going to go sit outside Harden’s room and wait until she opens the door.”

“Sorry we had to drag you in early.”

“No biggie. I have stuff I can do. I’m still catching up.”

Micah raises his hand in a goodbye gesture that is very him. But dammit, I swear there is a knowing twinkle in his eye. Oh well. He doesn’t care about what he saw, and I seriously doubt he’ll tell people about our antics in the laundry room. Beau had shared a few more details with me about what went down with Alora secretly filming and leaking a sex tape of Daphne and Micah. And just no—after spending this week getting to know him and realizing how close he is with Beau, there’s no way Micah would do that to us; I’m sure of it.

Griffin pulls me in for a quick hug. “See ya, sis.”

When they’ve walked into the gym, Beau swings me around to face him. “My extra jersey is in my locker. You know, if you want to wear it?” He gives me a sheepish grin.

I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut for a second.

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