Page 25 of As Thick As Thieves

“Fuck off.”

He snickered as I climbed out of bed and padded along the hallway to the kitchen, finding Zavier making coffee. He ran his eyes over me to make sure I was in one piece before grabbing a second cup.

“Did you have a good night?” he asked, turning his back to me to make the drinks.

“I set the smoke alarm off making dinner,” I grumbled as I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my arms. “Ander banned me from cooking.”

“He might have texted me about that,” he chuckled as he glanced back at me, raising an eyebrow just as a hand slid around my waist and Cruz’s sleepy voice spoke.

“You got one of those for me too, bestie?”

“That depends. Say sorry for last night.” Zavier gave me an amused look. “I see you had a very good night.”

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the table, sitting down to wait for my coffee. “Yeah, it was great. A masked man broke in and scared me half to death. You need a new security company.”

Zavier glared at Cruz who shrugged. “What? It wasn’t like you were going to give me a key.”

“For good reason. The security was supposed to keep you out.”

“That was your first mistake,” Cruz smirked, dropping into the seat beside mine and sliding a hand onto my thigh. “I’m taking Penn out for breakfast. You’re not welcome.”

“Piss on her why don’t you,” Zavier deadpanned, joining us once he’d made three coffees.

“What’s that smell?” Cruz frowned as he glanced around, and Zavier couldn’t hold back the chuckle as he reached for the burned pot that was still sitting in the sink, holding it up to show him.

“Penn tried making noodles for dinner last night and set the alarms off.”

I crossed my arms with a scowl, glaring at the pot. “The instructions weren’t clear! Ander said to just put it in a pot!”

“The packet literally tells you to add water,” Zavier grinned, making Cruz crack up.

“You didn’t add water?”

“How was I supposed to know?” I demanded, taking a sip of my coffee. “What if I never learned to read?”

Cruz smirked, leaning closer and draping an arm over the back of my chair. “You can sext me, so you can read noodle instructions. You never did buy those lacy lingerie sets, did you?”

“I’ve been a little busy,” I grumbled, and Zavier snorted.

“Yeah, cremating instant noodles.”

I flipped him off and let the guys talk while I finished my coffee, side-eyeing Cruz to check him out. He looked so good in his boxers, and I wanted to run my tongue over his abs and chest like an obsessed psycho.

“You’re drooling, Whitlock,” Zavier teased, snapping me out of it to find both of them looking at me with amusement.

“I’m starved of good dick, sue me,” I hissed, a low chuckle coming from Cruz.

“I can arrange that. If you want to crawl onto my lap right now and ride me—”

“She needs to heal first. You’ll hurt her, you neanderthal,” Zavier huffed, giving me a pointed look. “Take your antibiotics, and I’ll clean your back and stomach.”

I knew Cruz was going to argue before he even opened his mouth.

“I’ll do it, keep your hands to yourself,” he snapped, getting to his feet. “Where are the antibiotics?”

“Cupboard near the fridge,” Zavier said dryly, giving me a sigh. “I guess we won’t be getting married or buying that condo on the beach after all.”

Cruz’s head nearly snapped off, he swiveled his head that damn fast. “What are you talking about?”

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