Page 61 of The Trouble with You (Rixon Raiders 1)

“No way, I thought she had her eye on Cam?” Asher smirked at me and I flipped him off behind our friend’s back.

Jase shrugged, none the wiser. “She wasn’t complaining when I had my dick in her mouth.”

“So, hmm,” I cleared my throat. “You should probably know, Hailee and Felicity are asleep upstairs.”

“What the fuck?” He stiffened, his mood turning blacker than a thundercloud. “I said invite them to the party, not invite them for a fucking sleepover.”

“Hailee was drunk, right, Cam?”

“Yeah. I put her in my room.”

Jase’s eyes narrowed to deadly slits. “Your room?”

“Chill, it’s not like that.” I schooled my expression. “But I didn’t know what else to do with her.”

“And Felicity’s up there too?”

I nodded, sure I’d caught a hitch in his voice when he said her name. “Did you say something to her?”

“Who?” He frowned.

“Felicity.”

Jase reared back, his eyes wide. “What the fuck would I say to her?”

“I don’t know, she seemed upset about something. I thought maybe Asher had—”

“Again, thanks for that,” Asher added as he moved around the kitchen wiping the counters, whistling some tune far too upbeat for this time in the morning.

“No, I didn’t say anything to her. I was too busy bending Kayla over your mom and dad’s bed.” He grinned at Asher, and the blood drained from his face.

“Tell me you didn’t? Not again, man. You promised—”

“Relax.” He chuckled darkly. “I used one of the guest rooms.”

“She still up there?”

“What do you think?”

“Hit ‘em and quit ‘em, baby.” Asher thrust his hips up slapping the air. When I rolled my eyes, he added, “You should try it sometime, Cam, or else Miley might get the wrong impression, thinking you’re looking for something more than the little arrangement you’ve got going on. Speaking of the lovely Miley, I didn’t see her last night?”

“Fuck off,” I mouthed.

Just then, the sound of female voices floated into the room.

“Someone get rid of her, please,” Jase grumbled but it was too late. Hailee and Felicity appeared in the doorway.

“Hmm, hey.” She wouldn't meet my eyes and I knew she remembered. Fuck. I’d been hoping she was too drunk to remember.

“Ladies, come in, take a seat, breakfast will be served in…” Asher rubbed his jaw. “I don’t suppose either of you want to make breakfast?”

Hailee climbed onto one of the stools, burying her face in her arm.

“Felicity?” Asher grinned at her.

“Ugh,” she grumbled, her weary gaze flicking over to Jase. He sat rigid, doing nothing to hide his displeasure at the girls interrupting our morning routine.

“Fine.” Felicity rubbed her hands together. “What have you got?”