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Thank fuck for tattooed muscled men with large cocks.

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Randy and I lay on his bed, still wrapped up in one another. As promised, we hadn’t fallen asleep. The rest of the guys were counting on Randy to make sure that nothing happened to them while they slept. They never said we couldn’t have fun while they were doing it. “Everyone’s going to want to take watch now,” Randy said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“And you all shall be rewarded,” I said, kissing the tip of one of his tattoos.

We were silent for another few moments. His fingers brushed over me, making my skin buzz. “I’m worried about Travis,” he said finally.

I nodded into him. “He thinks Jax can be saved.”

“He’s delusional.”

I shrugged. I wasn’t sure if that was the case or if he just wanted to believe. “I’m just worried about what might happen to him if this all goes the way we think it will. The Order wants him stopped and they’ll kill him to do it.”

“And wouldn’t he deserve it?” Randy asked. “Look at all he’s done, Norah.”

I lifted my head and propped it up under my hand, so I could look down at him. “I’m not saying he doesn’t. Forget about what Jax deserves or doesn’t. I’m just worried about Travis in all this.”

Randy clamped his mouth shut, and then eventually, he nodded. “I’m worried about him too. I’m worried he’s going to do something stupid to save his friend that’s not even his friend anymore.”

“I asked Granny about it,” I confided. “I asked her whether she thought Jax could be saved or not.”

His eyebrows rose. “What did she say?”

I shook my head. “She didn’t know. She didn’t even want to venture a guess. But,” I said, needing him to hear this part because it was so important. “She said we all have a choice. She said just like we have a choice right now not to listen to the Order and go after Jax anyway even though we’re not technically an official coven, Jax has the choice to be good…I guess that’s what she was trying to say.”

“But if he has the choice, hasn’t he already made it?”

A weight settled down on top of me. Randy wasn’t wrong. Jax had made a choice, but was that it? When someone made a choice one way or the other, was that it? They couldn’t change their mind at some point? Sure, he’d have to do a lot to come back from this, but if he made the choice to come back, couldn’t he?

Randy’s phone rang. It was faint, not even sounding as if it was coming from this room. He swore and maneuvered himself away from me while still keeping me wrapped in the blankets. “I must’ve left it in the bathroom.”

He walked away, his butt cheeks moving up and down as he strode away. I shook my head. Was seeing him naked ever going to get old? Probably not.

“Yeah,” I heard him say. “What do you want?”

He paused midway down the hall and then kept coming. When he got inside, he pointed down the hall with a strange expression. He mouthed something to me, but like I’d ever understand him. “What?”

He sighed. “Hold on, Ren.”

Ren? My eyes bugged out of my head. What the fuck?

Randy covered the speaker. “Check Liam’s room, would you? It sounds like he’s sick.”

I stood immediately, grabbing the sheets around me and putting them on like I just stepped out of the shower. Then, I pulled them up and walked to Liam’s room. Sure enough, there were some very unpleasant sounds coming from his room. I didn’t even bother knocking on the door. I walked right in.

He looked up and saw me, then turned away. “Liam, honey, are you okay?”

I moved over to him and rubbed his back as he vomited into a trash can. “I’ll be fine,” he choked out. “You don’t have to be in here for this.”

“Shh,” I said, rubbing his back. “It’s fine.”

He emptied his stomach, then stayed over the trash can for a few more moments. He breathed in deep, his back moving under my touch, before he sat on the bed again. “Can you get me a glass of water?”

I got up and padded through the hallway and out into the living room. Travis and Gabe were still asleep in their various positions as I waltzed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. From the faint light streaming in through the front windows, I’d say it was very early morning still. On my way back through, I tripped on a beer can, the water sloshing over my hand. Oh no. I hoped he hadn’t had too much to drink last night. Liam wasn’t a very heavy drinker at all.

I hurried up, coming into his room again and giving him the water. He drank it down until he swallowed every bit. “Thank you,” he said. There were tears at the very corners of his eyes. He laid back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Is it from the beer?” I asked.