Page 85 of Madness & Mayhem
Eloise and Kyler walk into the living room and plop down on the couch while Archer walks up to the fireplace and starts building a fire.
“How long are we staying here?” I ask, walking toward the kitchen. I haven’t drank anything since before we broke into the jail. I open cupboard after cupboard until I find some tall, slanted glass cups. Going to the sink, I fill it up to the brim with water then swallow it down in three gulps. And repeat.
“This is what we need, not water,” Posie grunts, and I glance over to the sound of clanking glass. She pulls out a bottle of wine, tilting it toward the ceiling. She smiles as she wipes her hand down the front label. “Perfect.”
“Pour me a glass, Pose,” Archer says, his voice echoing inside the firepit.
Posie nods, walking to the cupboard with the glasses. She presses on her tiptoes, reaching as far as she can to grab the rest of the glasses.
“Back to my question, how long are we staying here?” I ask again, grabbing one of the empty glasses and shoving it in front of Posie.
“We have this place booked until tomorrow. But I think we should leave in the middle of the night. We have to move when it’s dark out,” Archer says, staring out the back windows.
“How much longer until we get to the border?” Eloise groans as she puts her feet up on the coffee table in front of her. Kyler snaps them up, sliding them onto his lap. He alternates between rubbing and tickling her feet. She snarls at him, kicking him in the leg.
“Fucking stop,” she groans and laughs.
“If we leave tonight, we can probably get there before the sun gets up.” Reign turns toward me. “As long as we don’t get caught.”
I swallow, clutching my glass.
Posie points the bottle toward the hot tub. “Hot tub!” She turns to me, her face beaming. “For just a little while, can we not worry about our worlds ending? Let’s fucking enjoy our night in this huge mansion and start panicking again when the sun goes down.”
“I’m down,” Archer says, standing up and wiping his palms against his jeans. He leans back, his hands going above his head. I can hear the joints in his back crack all the way from here.
“What do you say?” Posie says, turning toward me. “Feel like taking a dip in the hot tub?”
I shrug, glancing down. “No suit.”
“Who cares?” Kyler chuckles, shoving Eloise’s feet off his lap. He stands up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto Eloise. “Just go in your underwear and shit.”
“And shit,” Archer grumbles, pulling his own shirt over his head.
Posie smiles at me, sliding her coat down her arms and dropping it to the ground around her. She grabs the hem of her sweatshirt, pulling it over her head. A black sports bra molds to her chest, and she turns around, shrugging her pants off as she walks toward the back sliding glass door.
Unlocking it and sliding it open, a gust of cold air bursts through the door. Everyone gets up, making their way toward it.
“Can’t forget the drinks,” Archer grunts, swiping the bottle of wine off the counter and making his way toward the door as well.
Taking a deep breath, I set my glass down on the counter and slip my coat off. A warm arm wraps around my waist, and I jolt, glancing over my shoulder to see Reign standing there. He has a stone look on his face, and I turn in his arms, wrapping my fingers around his waist.
“Hi,” I murmur, tilting my chin back to look up at him. He bends down, until his damp hair falls across his forehead and brushes against mine. It tickles against my skin, and I lean up, brushing it away from his face. “What’s up?”
His head tilts down and his nose brushes against mine. “You want to go in the hot tub?” he rasps. “I don’t know if I want you in there with them.”
I smirk up at him. “Jealous?”
His eyes narrow slightly. “Tired of everyone looking at you all the time.”
I shrug my shoulder. “Everyone knows how we are. No one is going to try anything anymore.”
He grunts. “Archer will.”
I shake my head. “He won’t. I know he won’t.”
His fingers tighten around my waist. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want anyone looking at you.” They tighten around the hem of my shirt, and he steps back, ripping it over my head. He stares at me with narrowed, fiery eyes. “And if anyone does try to do anything, I can guarantee they won’t be leaving this house.”
I stand in front of him, chest heaving, skin flushed with need. I’ve missed Reign, with his growly exterior and his protective interior. I drop my hands to his chest, pressing my fingers against his pecs and digging my fingers against the fabric of his shirt.