Chapter 6
Drake
An hour and a good wank later, Wynn knocked on my bedroom door. I opened it, not bothering to button my pants completely or put on a shirt. He didn't care one way or the other in any case.
"Where's your brother?" Wynn asked, his tone all business-like, completely unlike him. His eyes kept skittering around the hallway, not quite meeting mine.
My brows bunched and I frowned. "In his room, I'd imagine. What's going on?"
Wynn shook his head, telling me to be quiet. "Not here. Get your brother and meet me in Antoine's room. We don't have long. Hurry." With that, he turned on his heel and walked over to Antoine's door, not bothering to knock before he entered. I could hear Piper's voice in there already, as well as Rayne's. With the least worrisome of us with his panties in a wad, I hurried to my brother's room. I rapped on the door once before opening it. Allister had his back to me as he stood in front of the mirror, buttoning up his shirt.
"Did you forget what we look like already?" I joked, clapping him on the shoulder with a laugh. "You'd think after all these years you'd be sick of looking at your ugly mug."
Allister shook his head and pushed me away with a roll of his eyes. "It's your ugly mug too, you know."
I struck a pose behind him in the mirror. "Nope, I'm the pretty one. You're the ugly duckling."
"Isn't that a nursery rhyme?" Allister asked over his shoulder, as he moved away from the mirror and over to where his shoes sat. "And we are identical twins. There's no logic to your assessment."
I shrugged. "Facts are facts, brother. Anyway, we're needed in Antoine's room. Chop-chop." I clapped my hands together and walked to the door.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Allister inquired, nodding at my bare chest.
I smirked. "Nope."
"This wouldn't have to do with a certain blonde maid, would it?" Allister sighed as we walked down the hallway and toward Antoine's room.
Grinning from ear to ear, I shrugged. "What can I say? I need all the advantages I can get. Antoine's already bound to her. Rayne's one apology away from getting into her panties. And we don't have to even guess about Wynn. He'll have her spread-eagle in his bed before this week is through. I have to up my game if I want to compete with that."
Laughing at me, Allister knocked on Antoine's door but I opened it before anyone could answer. They were waiting for us inside regardless, there was no need to be polite.
Antoine's room looked the same way it had when we lived here before. The same as mine and Allister's. It was like we'd never left. Even the screams and the stink of blood still haunted the rooms. I didn't know how I was ever going to get any sleep tonight.
I passed Marcus, who was standing by the door, and stepped into the room. My eyes drifted from Wynn and Rayne sitting on Antoine's couch, to Antoine leaning against his wardrobe with Darren close at his side, to Piper sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked pissed as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. She kept shooting glowers at Antoine—who was firmly ignoring her—but when my brother and I walked into the room, her eyes shot to us. Those pale brown orbs scanned over Allister briefly before landing me. Her eyes widened and the tiny pink muscle in her mouth darted out to wet her lips. The air in the room filled with the sweet, sweet scent of her arousal, making the others shift uncomfortably.
"See," I muttered to my brother, who rolled his eyes before collapsing on the couch next to Rayne.
I knew exactly what I looked like. While I hadn't planned on seeing her after I'd just gotten out of the shower, it was a side benefit. My hair was still slightly wet and curled around my ears, and my skin gleamed from the moisture. I looked good, and by Piper's state of arousal, she thought I did too.
I smirked at Piper, causing her to gasp and turn her eyes back to Wynn who had called us here.
"Theresa had some interesting things to tell me today." Wynn sat as stiffly as a corpse on the other end of the couch, his face still set in a serious frown.
I took up residence against the post of the bed, near enough to smell Piper's sweet scent but far enough away to tempt her into giving me sideways looks. Responding to Wynn's words, I muttered with a smirk, "Oh, I bet she did. I bet Theresa was all kinds of chatty while she was riding your magic rod."
Piper frowned and a flash of hurt crossed her face. I wished I could take back my words, but it was too late. Fuck me.
Wynn ignored my poke—another abnormality—as his eyes locked onto Antoine. "She says this is a trap. We're all in great danger."
Allister snorted. "Like we didn't know this already?" My brother looked around the room. "Who here didn't think this was a trap before we even got on the plane?" He raised his hand and waited for someone else to agree. No one did. "See?" He dropped his hand. "This is old news, Wynn."
"What exactly did Theresa say?" Antoine asked, not letting my brother deter Wynn's worry. "Did she have any other information that could help us? Or just that we're all in danger?"
I scoffed and shook my head. "I doubt she could get it out with his dick in her mouth."
Piper froze next to me, and once again I wanted to take back my words. I had to stop doing that. I was so used to screwing with Wynn about his womanizing ways—the guy fed on sex, for crying out loud—that it was hard not to poke at him now. Though, judging by the way Piper was reacting, I wasn't winning any points for pointing it out.
This time Wynn didn't ignore me. He jumped to his feet and was across the room in an instant, his fist flying for my face. I ducked just in time and the wood above my head shattered as Wynn's fist went through it. Darting to the side, I held my hands up in peace. "I was just messing with you, bro. Why are you so worked up?"