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I shook my head. The last thing I needed was more liquor to cloud my already muddled brain.
Owen had done a number on me; that was for sure. As soon as I’d seen him, as soon as I’d watched his mouth whisper my namewhile he came, it was like my brain had flipped to autopilot. There was no stopping anything that happened after that and, in the blink of an eye, he’d reduced me down to the boy I’d been before. Thinking with my cock and my balls instead of my head…or my heart.
Flynn smacked the back of my head, and when I turned to glare at him, he gave me the finger before slinking back onto the dance floor, headed for the bar. My hand still ached from the hot water, and I trudged back up to the loft, not realizing my mistake until I recognized Val’s white-blond hair in the crowd on the couch.
“I told you he’d be back.” Rob locked eyes with me, a knowing look on his face that I hated.
“I’m fine,” I told him.
I told all of them.
“Where did you run off to?” Val asked. “I didn’t think you had a problem with watching?”
Barclay collared a possessive hand around the back of Val’s neck and I gave them both a teasing smile. “The only thing I love more than watching you suck cock, Val, is getting my own cock sucked.”
“He could if you wanted,” Barclay offered.
Val’s eyes twinkled, but I shook my head. “I’m good for now, boys. But thank you just the same.”
I found room against the wall and pressed my back against the exposed brick, trying to not think about what it had felt like for Owen. With my knee between his legs, rutting against him like a horny kid again.
Fuck.
“Come on.” Rob grabbed me by the elbow and hauled me off the wall and down the hallway. I didn’t even have time to protest. He shoved me into the private playroom that Val and Owen had occupied earlier and pushed the door closed behind us.
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“Flynn says you’re eating canned cheese again.”
I clenched my jaw, narrowing my eyes. “Why are all of you so obsessed with my eating habits?”
“You eat the canned cheese when you think too hard.”
“I eat it when I think about all the times I should have thought harder,” I muttered.
“You’re not yourself,” he said.
“Is this turnabout for all the teasing I sent over when you were ass-up over Grayson, because if so—”
He cut me off with a stern look and crossed arms. “This is because we’re your friends and we’re worried about you.”
“We?” I arched a brow and once again leaned against the wall. “Were you elected to come and speak with me about it?”
“I volunteered,” Rob responded.
I wasn’t a fan of the turned tables because while Rob was the oldest out of the group, he wasn’t the most dominant. In fact, when he’d been drowning himself in liquor over the ways Grayson was running him around, I was the only one he’d listen to, so the fact he was trying to play my own game against me was far from appreciated.
But I could tell by the set of his jaw that he wasn’t going to let me out of the room without an answer.
“It’s better shared over kitchen whiskey,” I offered, words as weak as Owen had always made my knees.
“Because it’s quieter?”
I nodded.
“Then let’s go have some kitchen whiskey.” He pulled out his phone and fired off a text, to Flynn or Dalton I assumed, then he looked to me expectantly.
