Page 22 of Dirty Secrets

“Over my dead body,” I cut in, his eyes narrowing.

“She’s going to fuck someone to spite us soon, and I don’t want to even think about what could happen to her. What if she lets Devon, huh? He won’t be careful and he’ll only send her packing with a pussy full of cum and chlamydia. Do you want that? Help her have safe sex and make sure her first time is good.”

“Josh—”

“I know you promised to look after her, I did too, but even Josh would admit that she’s an adult now. Go to bed. Lopez has her tonight,” he sighed, and part of me almost changed my mind about not sleeping in her room. Zavier had less willpower than I did, but I also trusted him not to fuck her while she was that drunk.

He respected her too much for that.

I nodded, heading to my bedroom and locking myself inside, mentally cursing myself for wanting her lips on my skin again.

Zavier

Raven cried herself to sleep, blubbering about Reid rejecting her and something about her ugly body before passing out against my chest. I had no idea where she got that thought from, she was gorgeous.

Sure, she was a little skinny, but I’d been working on that by feeding her lots of soup. It was cheap to make and store in the freezer, making it the perfect meal.

My hand slid under her shirt to rest on her hip, and I bit back a groan when I realized she didn’t have any panties on.

No wonder Reid struggled to tell her no if she was rubbing up on him like that.

I trailed my hand higher along her side, my fingers brushing against her soft back and making her sigh contently in her sleep, her body arching into me slightly as if to get closer.

I’d stripped down to my boxers, so the wet heat of her pussy against my thigh was really difficult to ignore.

I reminded myself that even if I woke her up and said I’d happily fuck her, she was drunk.

That snapped me out of my creepy touching session as I fixed her shirt and pulled back a little, just in time for Logan to poke his head in.

“Is she okay?” he asked quietly, opening the door wider so the light from the hallway could shine in for him to see her.

“Not really, but she’s finally asleep. Can you do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Get her some panties from the drawer,” I said dryly, and he hesitated before doing as I asked. He handed them to me and I untangled myself from her hold, kneeling on the bed beside her and peeling the blanket back.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Logan hissed.

“Look away if her pussy bothers you so much. I need to put them on her because she keeps putting her pussy on my damn thigh,” I huffed, keeping the shirt tugged down to cover her as I slipped her feet through the holes in the panties and slid them up her legs.

I didn’t miss how Logan peeked over as I had to move her shirt out of the way and lift her slightly to get her panties over her butt.

“This is weird,” he mumbled, looking ready to leave, but he didn’t. He shut the door once I had Raven sorted, the room plunging into darkness, and then I heard his clothes rustling as he stripped off to join us.

Raven stirred as he climbed over her, her voice sounding drunker somehow.

“Logan?”

“Go back to sleep,” he murmured, my eyes narrowing in the dark as I swore I heard him kiss her. I had no proof, so I shuffled back into my spot beside her and fixed the blanket, loving how she curled into my chest again as Logan spooned her from behind.

They both fell asleep fast, and it was definitely easier for me to sleep now that her pussy was covered.

That was until Raven started groaning and woke me up again.

“I feel sick.”

“Do you need to throw up?” I asked, flicking the lamp on and looking back at her. She nodded and I stood, helping her out of bed and half carrying her to the bathroom, getting her inside just in time for her to drop to her knees and throw up the contents of her stomach into the toilet.