Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I laughed. “I was almost twenty, and it was one joint. You need to relax.”
“Hey, I remember that.” Reese grinned and stretched out in his chair. “Good times. Wasn’t Walker there too?”
Okay, now we could change the topic.
“I’m surrounded by junkies,” Colt muttered, rubbing his temples.
“Grow up, Carter,” Ty chuckled lazily. “I can bring my newfound stash tomorrow so you’ll see it’s harmless.”
Colt was back to incredulous. Lane, who was sprawled across Ty’s lap, looked very intrigued. My boyfriend didn’t smoke often, but sometimes he lit a joint by the bedroom window. Or so he’d told me; I’d only seen it once.
“Since when do you—” Colt accused.
“I don’t,” Ty interrupted. “Well, I don’t buy it. I confiscate Marina’s stash when I come across it, and it’s happened maybe half a dozen times. Most recently last week. Actually, she surrendered it willingly, given the circumstances.”
“Then you smoke it yourself?” Lane grinned.
“Why waste it?” Ty shrugged. “I don’t get pissy with her for getting high every now and then, and she doesn’t give me attitude for not allowing it near the house.”
“Marina—that sweet angel?” Colt just shook his head. “You think you know someone.”
Ty merely chuckled and returned his focus to Lane. The two had been at it all evening, kissing and feeling each other up discreetly. Somewhat discreetly. He was a lot taller than Lane, so my boy fit perfectly on Ty’s lap the way they lounged on the chair.
I was relieved, to be honest. Lane deserved the best vacation, and I didn’t want him too close to my agony. My week was officially ruined.
“I texted her earlier,” Lucas admitted. “We’re having brunch when she comes home from Mexico. She will make a wonderful mother, Ty.”
“Maybe y’all can get stoned together, you fuckin’ stoners,” Colt muttered into his whiskey glass.
Reese belched and opened a new bag of chips. “I reckon we need to get Colt high tomorrow.”
“All in favor, say aye!” I laughed.
Everyone was in favor.
“Fuck all’a y’all.” Except Colt, of course. “And Luke, you’re gettin’ no sugar from me tonight.”
“No, you’ve had enough, dear.” Lucas stole the tequila bottle from me before I could pour another shot.
I scowled at him. “Why do you things—why do you say—why—”
“Yes, English is hard.” He agreed with me. “Let’s get you to bed.” He started dragging me up, so I went limp in my chair, causing him to sigh at me. “You need water and sleep, Macklin.”
Lucas West was a sigher. A beautiful, patient Daddy sigher who was gonna marry Colt at some point. Colt had proposed over Christmas. Proposed marriage this time, as opposed to eternal engagement like a million years ago when they didn’t know if they’d be monogamous or include a third one day.
I loved Kit for encouraging his Daddies to get married. They deserved it, to celebrate their almost ten years together.
Marriage was great. Until it wasn’t.
“I wanna drink,” I said.
“Lucas is right, honey.” Great. Lane took his side.
“Stay in your lane, Lane,” I laughed. That was so fucking funny!
Almost as funny as the idea of marriage.
“Don’t get married,” I chuckled. “It’s so fucking dumb.”
“Out of the mouths of babes and drunks, right?” Colt drawled.
“Those two do not mix,” I huffed.
“Jesus. I’ll help you, buddy. We’re going to bed too.” That was Reese. Everyone was ganging up on me. Not in the fun gang-bang way either. “Come on, Mack. Lane’s already prepared the couch for you. Luke and I will take turns to check on you.”
I shook my head and briefly closed my eyes, but that was a no-go. Holy shit, the world spun fast. No blinking forever and ever.
I squinted over at Lane. Ty was murmuring something to him. Whispering secret and kinky stuff, I bet. Good. Lane needed a dirty distraction.
“Macklin,” Lucas reminded.
“I’ll go find somethin’ to force-feed him with,” Colt said. “He barely ate at dinner, and he needs some fat to soak up all that booze.”
Urgh.
“Yeah.” Lane nodded at whatever Ty had said and walked over to me. “We’ll stay here, Mack. Reese, Lucas, get some sleep. There are two couches. I’ll keep an eye on—”
“You promised,” I exclaimed. I couldn’t make myself react very strongly to his unfinished suggestion, but I knew I wasn’t gonna like it. “You and Ty will stay on the boat. Period.”
“It’s all right, dear,” Lucas assured him. My concerned boyfriend. I didn’t want him to worry. I just wanted to be by myself and possibly crawl into a hole and die. “Unfortunately, it’s not our first Walker rodeo.”
I snorted and brushed a hand over my face. People needed to stop being so blurry.
Lane became a sigher then too. And a hesitater.
“Text us if you need anythin’,” Ty said. “I mean it.”
“Of course,” Lucas replied.
I yawned and—then found myself wrapped in Lane’s arms.
“I need you to feel well, sweetheart,” he murmured.