Page 27 of Knock Knock

“I’m not freaking out,” he sassed at me. “Youdon’t freak out.”

I laughed, and it felt damn good. “I’m not freaking out.”

“Good.”

“Nate!” God she was persistent. I’d used her, just like Devon told me not to use anyone. But it got a rise out of Xavi and brought us to this moment, so I couldn’t really find my morals to regret it. I’d regret my actions later. Maybe.

“You gonna go… deal with her?” Xavi asked, dropping his hand from my chest. The motion brought his eyes down to his hips, and the hard-as-hell bulge in his boxers caught his attention. I figured he might freak out aboutthat, but instead, in true Xavi form, he grinned at me. “Told you I had a thing for you.”

“So does your dick.” I laughed.

He shoved me in the chest. “Fuck you. You’re no better.” He tapped his knuckles against my boner, and I straight up groaned.

This.This was how the conversation was supposed to go before I fucked it all up by getting mad at my own stupidity. “My dick has had a thing for you for… wait, maybe we shouldn’t talk about this until we’re sober. I’ve got a fucking monologue to give you that I should have given you days ago, but I got… embarrassed.”

“Nate!”

“I’mbusy!” I shouted back. “Sorry!”

She cursed, then whined, then shrieked her friend’s name, so I figured we were good.

Xavi smirked, wrapped his arms around my neck, shamelessly pressed his hips to mine, and sighed. “I missed you.”

I hugged him back, and while there was a sexual undertone to the connection, it was all about relief. “No more fighting. We suck at it.”

“We aren’t our brothers,” he agreed. “You ruined my buzz, though.”

I pressed our stomachs together and wiggled my hips. “Did I?”

“My drunk buzz. Now I’m sober with a boner, and nothing is fun about that.” He pulled back. “And as much as I wanna make a ‘you deal with it’ joke, we should probably talk first.”

I nodded to agree. “Wanna get rid of all these people and watchTeen Wolfwith me?”

“I don’t watch that shit,” he scoffed, trying to back up, but there was nowhere to go. “Who the fuck makes halls this tight?”

I laughed. “Whoever added the storage rooms on as a shady addition. Plus, they’re useless because nothing worth storing fits down this hall.”

“Fire hazard, for sure,” he said, meaning two things. He smirked again, and when he shoved against my chest and finally managed to move past me, he said, “You’re on episode seven again because you fell asleep last time.”

“I knew you secretly loved teen werewolf dramas!”

* * *

When the suncame up and I opened my eyes to find myself with a sore neck, a hard dick, and a lap full of chip crumbs, I groaned. Mostly because Devon and Maddox stared at me.

“What?” I croaked, feeling hungover even though Xavi had sobered me right up last night.

Xavi grumbled from the other end of the couch, his broken toe resting on the small table in front of us. “Out.”

“No. This is an intervention,” Devon said.

“You two never fight, and it’s making us fight,” Maddox barked.

Xavi looked at me, hitting me with an eye roll. “They suck at meddling.”

“I know, right? Like, did they learn nothing from us?” I shook my head at our brothers. “We got them to share a bed, and this is all they can do?”

“Fucking rookies,” Xavi said, pushing himself into a sitting position. “My toe has a heartbeat.”

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