Page 16 of Hell House
I shake my head again. This is going to be a long ass night.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Pierce
My head is pounding. I let out a groan as I crack an eye open and find myself sprawled across the billiard table in nothing but my briefs. My hands fly up to my face remembering our last party and the fucking open condom. I pat my skin, afraid of what I’ll find, but thankfully all that seems to be there is a small spot where my cheek was pressed into the green felt of the table. I let out a sigh of relief, stretching out my body. My toe brushes against the 8 ball, plopping it into the corner pocket.
“Nice shot.” Lukas’s voice grumbles from the corner chair completely immersed in the dark.
“Jesus Christ!” I cover my pounding heart with my hand.
Lukas lets out a deep chuckle, leaning forward in the chair resting his tattooed arms over his knees bringing him partly into the light.
“Need some coffee?” He asks, knowing full well that I don’t function without it. I let out an irritated grumble as my head continues to pound.
“How bad was I last night?”
“You were able to get one shot off before you decided the pool table was a great place to take a nap. I think your exact words were ‘mmm looks just like grass’ right before you swiped the balls with your forearm, quite gracefully might I add, then you snuggled up in the fetal position and passed out."
I let out a groan, pressing the palms of my hands into my eyes.
“What time is it?” I mumble. “And when did I lose my clothes?” I scan the area finding my clothes crumpled next to the pool table on the ground.
Lukas tracks my gaze, “Yeah, I wouldn’t put those back on. They landed in someone’s vomit.”
I grimace.
“Think you can pull yourself together for a little hike over near Possession Cove?”
I eye my twin, realizing he must need to talk to me about something. “Get me some coffee, then we can talk.”
He rolls his eyes standing up, “Fine, but you better go get some clothes on your ass because no one wants to see that.”
I come downstairs after throwing on a black shirt and jeans. The kitchen smells like coffee, which has me hurrying my steps. I enter the kitchen seeing a few of the guys eating scrambled eggs that Graham has whipped up. He stands off to the side with a whisk and a bowl as he spins the egg yolks into submission.
“Wow, you look like shit Pierce.” Emmet drawls from the stool he’s perched on.
“Thanks man, you’re looking like a peach yourself.” He raises a bite of eggs slathered in hot sauce into his mouth while he winks at me.
“Ready?” Lukas asks.
“Coffee.”
“Got you covered.” He hands me a thermos, which I grab greedily.
“Where are you two headed?” Graham asks holding his whisk as he points at me and Lukas.
“Going for a walk.”
“Without my eggs?” He asks, sounding offended.
“I couldn’t eat anything right now. My stomach feels like I could throw up at any second.”
“Oh, but you can tolerate that sludge you call coffee? No. Sit down, I’m making you a plate of eggs. You’ll have a bite.”
“Graham, you’re acting like your mom again.” Garrison says as he makes himself some tea.
Graham’s mouth opens like he wants to argue, but then changes his mind. “Fine, you want to starve? Starve. Everyone else loves my eggs.”
