The dry question earned me rounded eyes and his mouth opened without a sound coming out. Then he popped it closed with a click of his teeth. “Nope,” he said and stumbled his way to the bathroom. His naked ass flexed with every step. “I can totally pee on my own. Promise.”
It took everything I had not to laugh.
Especially when he muttered, “First time you hold my dick ain’t gonna be for when I gotta piss.”
Biting the inside of my lip, I picked up his discarded clothes and folded them. Rick stood in the doorway, two bottles of water in one hand and a bottle of aspirin in the other. “I didn’t mean to get him drunk,” he said. “I mean, maybe a little—loose—but I was trying to get answers.”
“Did you get the answers you wanted?” I asked as I set the clothes down on the dresser. From the bathroom, the sound of Fletcher taking a long piss echoed. He punctuated it with a groan and a mumbled set of sentences the pissing drowned out.
“No,” Rick said slowly and set the water bottles down on the nightstand, along with the aspirin. He shook out two. “If you want, I can get him tucked in and then keep an eye on him—you know, in case he gets sick.”
That was thoughtful, and not at all what Rick wanted to do. I shook my head. “We’ll put an empty trashcan beside the bed and he can drink all of the water before we leave.” Once he was hydrated and the aspirin in him, chances were he’d just sleep it off. I didn’t think grown men could get that trashed off beer.
“I am sorry,” Rick said again, but I pressed two fingers to his lips as he turned to me.
“So you said, one apology is enough. Now I’ll tell you what Daddy would have said to me. Don’t be sorry, just don’t do it again. You’re jealous.”
It wasn’t a question.
“You don’t want Fletcher here.”
Also, not a question.
“We need him.” It was a fact. It wasn’t just about me, it was about Rick too. I needed Fletcher’s help so I could keep them both safe.
Exhaling a breath, Rick cradled my hand and then kissed my fingertips before he kissed my palm and then he brushed his lips to my knuckles. “I’ll do better.”
I couldn’t ask for more. “Thank you.”
The toilet flushed and then water was running in the bathroom and we both turned to find Fletcher stumbling out with wet hands. “No soap,” he said. “No towels.”
“'I’ll get you some,” Rick offered and Fletcher grinned at him. “I’d taken them out to wash them so they’d be fresh.”
“Thanks man, you’re the best.”
That gave Rick pause, but he squeezed my hand before he headed out of the room. Fletcher made it back to the bed and then turned that smile on me. It was a little too crooked to be smoldering and definitely too wide to be seductive. But with his hair pulling loose from the pony tail he’d pulled it up in and his too fat pupils, he definitely was adorable.
“Want to come over and gimme a kiss good night, Drew?” Fletcher asked. “Maybe snuggle up? Since you smell so sweet and you’re so soft?”
“No thank you,” I replied and he let out a huffed sigh.
“Damn. I got moves. I promise.”
A laugh escaped as I opened one of the water bottles and handed it to him. “Drink this and take some aspirin, then get under the covers and sleep.” Moves and shrapnel, too. In addition to his pierced tongue and pierced dick, he also sported a pair of silver barbells in his nipples. Honestly, the idea of them made my own nipples ache and my cunt clench. Not in desire—well maybe a little in desire—but those had to have hurt.
What happened to you that turned you into a little pincushion, Fletcher?Not that I asked the question aloud. We had time to figure this out later.
He peered at me from beneath some hair that had fallen over his eyes, and the stunning blue knocked me sideways all over again. Both of them had such vibrant blue eyes, and so different. “The people you shoot—they’re all like Dion, right?”
The soft question caught me off-guard. But I gave him a moment before I nodded. “They’re all monsters, Fletcher. I promise.”
Relief softened his expression and Rick was back with things from his bathroom, including a new toothbrush. He got Fletcher sorted and I made sure Fletcher took the aspirin, then I tucked him into bed. It was weird, when was the last time anyone had tucked me in?
Well, except for Rick and that had been when he’d been in the bed with me. Fletcher’s eyes were closed and a snore escaped him before I’d even turned off the light. Rick set the empty garbage pail next to the bed. What a night. In the hallway, we left the door cracked open and Rick hesitated.
“He’ll be fine,” I told him and frankly… I didn’t want to follow that thought to its conclusion so I just asked, “You want to sleep with me?”
His expression brightened immediately and I ignored the warmth curling through my middle. I probably shouldn’t reward him, but after Reuben’s stupidity and coming home to Fletcher all drunk and kind of needy if adorable—not to mention what Fletcher said about guns—I wanted the company too.