The bottle turned, label out.
Midol.
"I can't figure his ass out," Renny said from my side, shaking his head as Lou let out a grumble, tossing over, burying her face in the back pillow cushions. "He picks at the women. Gets inappropriate with them. Gets punished by them. Does it again and again. Then plays nursemaid when it's shark week?"
"Getting rusty, man," I murmured, knowing it would irk him, maybe liking getting under his skin a bit since he liked getting under everyone else's.
"Reign'll get it all out of him," he told me, moving back toward his room which he'd had West cleaning all morning in anticipation of Mina getting back from some job Lo had her on for the past few weeks. It was why he was a bit more of an ass than usual. Word was, before Mina showed up, Renny could be downright intolerable at times. She'd managed to rein him in a bit. But the longer she was away, the more time he had to himself to fuck around and get lost in his head again.
"Stop staring at me," Lou growled, making me shock back into the moment, finding she had turned again, starting to glower at me.
"Eyes on the floor. Eyes on the floor," West's voice demanded quietly. "Back away quietly," he added, moving with me toward the door.
"I'm not a bear," Lou snapped at him.
"Of course not," West agreed in a placating voice as we moved out the front door. "Have some cookies," he added, quietly closing the door.
"You got sisters?" I asked, curious.
"Got one. And a mama. Aunts. Exes. You gotta give them junk food and space. Freddie likes pizza bagels," he added, making my brows shoot up.
"Good to know."
"And an extra sugar in her coffee. But she won't admit to that."
"Seriously, man, who the fuck are you?"
A slow, sly, foxlike smile was the only answer I got.
Yeah, Reign had to figure his ass out.Freddie - 4 weeks"Bitch, what is this?" Thad asked, waving a spatula at my jeans and t-shirt.
"An outfit?" I asked, brows drawing together.
"That is a 'I am comfortable in my new relationship' outfit. You better have something sexy on under it."
"Ty wears jeans and a tee every day," I objected. "Why are you cooking? I thought you had a date with Danny? Or was it Allen? Todd? Where are we in the rotation?"
"I'm taking the week off."
"The week off? From what? Being yourself?"
"Maybe you have inspired me to stop being such a slut, and find me a solid man of my own. I mean... they've all been solid," he added with a smirk. "But a steady one."
Steady.
I guess that was what we were.
It was hard to believe that it had been less than two months since we met, since I got free, since my life got set on a path I hadn't anticipated. One infinitely better than the one I had planned for myself.
"That's great, Thad," I told him, meaning it, loving the idea of my brothers finding someone steady in their lives. Though, from the sound of things, Colson hadn't even looked at a woman since Jelena came into the world. He might have been a lost cause until she was an adult and moved out. But I would settle for seeing Thaddeus finding love. The kind that came with more than one night in a row. Which, apparently, was against the rules of his rotation. No back-to-backs.
"What's it like?" he asked, head ducked to the side a bit as he watched me.
"What is what like?"
"Having love blooming and shit," he clarified. "And don't try to tell me you aren't falling. You know you are."
He wasn't wrong.
It seemed crazy to think of that word in relation to a man I had known for, objectively, a very short time.
But we had shared a lot. We'd shared everything. All our ups and downs. Almost every single one of our nights - whether at the clubhouse or my and Thad's apartment.
It had been an almost effortless progression of things. And, sure, at the beginning, I was maybe a bit curious if it was all the sex, the endorphins, the love hormones released during an orgasm. But as the weeks moved on and I found myself happy just to sit with him on a couch and watch some biker show on TV and have him tell me all the ways they'd screwed up the facts, or to bake dessert for him while he told me some more of the back stories of his brothers and the girls, I realized it was definitely more than just physical.
And how did it make me feel?
"Upside down," I decided. "I know that sounds weird, but he makes me feel like I am upside down. In the best way possible."
"Girl, get your Diana Ross on," Thad said, humming the song.