Page 77 of Player Problems

Isla nods next to him. “They’re in their own world.” I flip her off, but Baylor continues to ignore them, eating one-handed while his free hand roams every bit of exposed skin he can reach.

Dylan clears his throat. “Well, Mom and everyone will be here in a couple hours for lunch.”

Baylor stiffens behind me and his grip tightens on my thigh. “I thought I was meeting you guys for lunch?”

His brother doesn’t bother to hide his amusement. “She wanted to see all the guys.” His eyes never leave mine and I have a feeling I might be the reason for the change of plans. “She promised to cook lunch.”

“Everyone?” Baylor asks, but he already knows the answer.

“Everyone,” Dylan confirms, making the entire table, save for me and Isla, laugh.

I turn around, arching a brow at Baylor and waiting for an explanation. He sighs, resuming tracing patterns into my skin where no one can see him. “I’m the youngest of six boys.”

Ah. That is explanation enough. My lips twitch and even Isla giggles. Baylor’s head lands on my shoulder and he presses hisface into the curve of my neck. “Dylan isn’t even the worst of the bunch.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. Baylor is in for a rough day of teasing if that’s true, but it’s nice to see how loved he is. How close his family must be to have the comfort and ease in their relationship.

Isla pokes my side, her cheeks flushed as she whispers, “Do you have a turtleneck?”

I scrunch my nose in confusion, turning away from Baylor to give her my full attention. “No?” My eyes rove over her but she’s already dressed for the day and looks fine. “Why?”

She clears her throat, dropping her eyes from mine. “It’s just,” she hesitates. “You’re going to meet Baylor’s mom.”

I give her a moment, waiting for an explanation to follow but when it doesn’t I ask, “And?”

Beau’s cackle draws my attention to him and I notice everyone in the kitchen has gone silent, watching mine and Isla’s conversation.

James scratches his neck, looking as embarrassed as Isla. “I think what she’s trying to say,” he starts, clearing his throat. The fuck is wrong with all of them? “Maybe you wouldn’t want to meet Baylor’s family with, you know?” he finishes, gesturing to his neck.

I cock my head in confusion. Baylor is absolutely no help as he devours the rest of his breakfast.

Beau shakes his head in exasperation. “Your hickeys, Tor. Your neck is covered in fucking hickeys.”

My hand flies to my neck and I turn to glare at Baylor. I haven’t actually looked at myself in the mirror today. I got dressed while the mirror was still covered in steam. “You gave me hickeys?” Baylor finally looks up at me, confusion marring his face.

“Huh?”

I groan, smacking him in the chest. “You gave me hickeys when your mom is going to be here?”

His eyes flick down to my exposed neck and his lips twitch in satisfaction. “Sorry I wasn’t thinking about my mom when I was buried inside you?” Beau snorts and Baylor looks awfully proud of himself.

“I find them charming,” Dylan pipes up. “But if you’re determined to cover all the marks up,” he starts and something his tone makes me close my eyes in exasperation, just waiting for the taunt. “You should probably start with pants.”

Ah there it is.

“You left hickeys on her legs?” James asks, looking between all of us. Baylor laughs but it’s Beau who responds. “We walked in on him leaving them this morning, right under that very nice and not at all familiar shirt Torryn is wearing today.”

I flip him off. But it doesn’t stop him. “Speaking of, I feel like we should circle back to Baylor’s promise from this morning.”

“Fuck off, Beau,” Baylor says.

“As long as I can get another show while I do,” he taunts back. And with that, I pat Baylor on the shoulder and climb out of his lap.

“You guys can clean up the kitchen.”

Another chorus of thanks starts and I wave my hand as I head back to my room. I’m sure I have something to help cover all the marks so his mom doesn’t think I’m a total whore.

My room still smells like sex and Baylor and it makes me smile just a little bit. We definitely made a mess last night. I start to strip the bedding and sheets when a meow shocks me.

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