Chapter 1 - Jade
“Zander!!!”
My voice echoes back to me off the high ceiling, where I stand at the bottom of the stairs, and I cringe.
“Coming, my love!” he yells back, and I hear him running down the hall before he flies around the corner with the biggest smile on his face.
Fucking psychopath.
I shake my head as he throws his leg over the banister and slides down. I can’t fight my smile, and I don’t try to.
Zander is a lot, but he’s mine, my adorable fucking psychopath, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world.
I wouldn’t trade any of them. Despite what it took to get here, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and it’s largely because of them.
“Are you ready, Doll?” he purrs, hopping off the banister and wrapping me up in his arms, peppering kisses anywhere he can get his lips.
A laugh bubbles out of me and again echoes around the high ceilings.
“Music to my ears,” he murmurs against my neck.
I shove him away, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, and your dick. Keep that to yourself, we have places to be.”
“I can be quick,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows at me suggestively.
He reaches for me, but I slip away, taking off toward the kitchen where the others are.
“No, you can’t!” I shout back over my shoulder and hear him laugh, but he doesn’t deny it. He knows damn well I’m right. Zander’s idea of a quickie is, at minimum, an hour. Usually, I love that, but tonight is time-sensitive, and I refuse to let dick get in the way, no matter how good it is.
“Daddy!” I yell, darting around Rick and hopping over the counter at K.
If his reflexes were just a second slower, I would have slammed into him like a Jade-sized cannonball. Instead, he drops the water bottle that he’d been about to drink and snatches me out of the air, pulling me to his chest.
“Gross.” Jake bitches from beside us, and I glance at him to find his feet soaked. “Wet socks, really, Princess? What did I do to you?”
Chuckling, I lean over and press a quick kiss on his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you later,” I tell him with a wink, and just like that, I know I’m forgiven.
“What the hell—”
“That’s cheating,” Zander shouts as he barrels into the kitchen, cutting Trent off.
From the safety of K’s arms, I stick my tongue out at Zander and feel K’s chest rumble with a laugh.
“I don’t even know why you ask anymore, honestly,” Rick says to Trent, turning back to whatever he’s cooking tonight. It smells delicious, and I pout, knowing I won’t be here to have any.
“You know he’ll save you some,” Kratos tells me in a deep husky whisper that has me clenching my thighs.
No! Bad! The whole point of running here was to keep Zander on track.
Crap, I’m just as bad as he is.
“So, what is it this time?” Jake asks, having sat down and peeled off his socks and shoes.
“Jade’s a tease!” Zander whines, dramatically falling onto the stool beside him.
This time, Kratos barks a laugh, and the rest of them are quick to follow suit.
“What’s new?” Spencer says, strolling in with his empty coffee cup in hand, clearly having overheard.
“I am not! I literally didn’t do anything!”
“You don’t need to, Killer. You tease us in your sleep,” Kratos says, pressing a kiss to my head that makes me melt. He steps toward the counter, dropping my ass down on it, but doesn’t back away, leaving him standing between my open thighs.
Somehow, this just got a whole lot hotter…
“Killer…”
I snap my eyes to meet his and see the heat that sits in his dark brown eyes as he looks down at me. How the fuck does he always know what I’m thinking?
“I didn’t do anything,” I argue, but he cocks a brow at me, and I huff because I know he isn’t buying it.
“Anyways!” I turn and point at Zander, who is still sitting on the stool, pouting. “He’s trying to ruin our date night!” I accuse, and that gets his attention.
“Not ruin, just start it right! How am I supposed to focus if you're going to be sex on legs all night? Don’t you even care that I’m going to end up with the worst case of blue balls ever?
” He waves his arms around as he talks, making a big display and trying to gain sympathy, but he won’t find it from me.
“Boohoo, your balls will be just fine.”
“This is cruel and unusual torture, Doll. Just one little quickie…” He folds his hands and bows his head as he begs me, and I hear Spencer’s snort of laughter at the coffee pot even with his back to us.
“See! He gets it!” A second later, I’m looking at Spencer upside down as he pulls me backward by my ponytail to drop a kiss on my lips.
Fuck, this kitchen was a bad idea.
He bites into my lower lip, just enough to make me whine, before he releases me.
“I get both sides, Demon. As much as I love our little date nights, I don’t envy him being on your arm tonight.
The eye candy is fantastic, but the blue balls are no joke, and it only gets harder the later the night gets,” he smirks at me, and I hear what he isn’t saying.
The fun later. “Harder in a literal way.”
He thinks he’s funny, and he might be, but I still roll my eyes at him.
“Psh, whatever, these date nights were your guys’ idea, if you remember. I was happy to handle the cruel and unusual punishment all on my own.”
“Fuck, I love when you get that look,” Zander says, his voice breathy as he leans across the island counter and rests his chin in his hands to stare at me.
“What look?” I ask, confused about what he’s talking about. I don’t have ‘a look.’
“Murderous,” Rick says without even turning around to see what he’s talking about. “He’s not wrong. It’s a good look.” He turns around and points his spatula at me, a smirk on his lips.
“Yeah, that one right there.”
I grab whatever is closest to me and chuck it. He moves out of the way, but just barely, blowing me a kiss before turning back to the stove.
“Ugh! You guys are ridiculous!” I shout, throwing my arms up and wiggling my way out of Kratos’ hold.
He lets me go, swatting my ass as I hop down off the counter, making my way back toward the living room.
I choose to go the opposite way of Zander.
I don’t trust him not to try some shit still.
I know better than to test him. He’ll fuck me right here and let the rest of them watch.
He’s done it before, more times than I can count.
Hell, none of them seems shy about putting on a show or watching.
It’s when they all join in that’s the best, but again, I’m getting off-topic.
“I’m going to get ready. If you aren’t ready within the hour, nobody’s getting any for a week!” I say, giggling as I listen to the chaos that follows. They urge Zander to get ready, and I head up the stairs to my room.