Page 58 of Floored By Love

“Sure, you are. Did you just call me Colt?”

“Like a horsey!”

“Okay, you’re switching to water.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Alex, watch Cam. He needs supervision.”

Alex slid his seat closer to me. “What have you been up to, Cam? Causing trouble?”

“Nope.” Not at all. My eyes shot daggers into Brandon’s back. For about three seconds, and then his ass was climbing the stairs, and I forgot why I was mad.

And I was hard again.

“Drunk Cam is somethin’ I’m happy to be sober for,” Colton said.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said, clinging to his frame for support. “How’d we get here, anyway?”

“Thank God Almighty, we didn’t have to walk. Luke got us a taxi.”

“Where’re the guys?”

“We’re here,” Alex answered.

I swayed around to see Alex holding Orion up.

I turned my head to stare at Colton. “See. I’m not the only one needs help.”

“Hm-mmm. Well, Orion’s never had a drink before. He’s got an excuse. What do you got?”

“A hard dick.” I laughed in his face.

“Just because a chicken has wings don’t mean it can fly, Cam.”

“My dick’s not a chicken.”

“Sweet Jesus, I wish I was recordin’ this so I could show it to you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, bend over and I’ll show you something.”

* * *

Ugh. What the fuck?

“Morning, stud. How we feelin’?”

“Go away.”

“That good, huh? You look like death warmed over. Here, drink this entire bottle and take these.”

I slowly opened my eyes to see Colton crouching next to my bed clad in blue briefs, holding out a bottle of purple Gatorade and two aspirin.

“What did you do to me?” I barely croaked out, pushing my hair out of my face.

“What did I do to you? You’re the one that pounded the drinks back last night, buddy boy. I couldn’t stop you, especially after Brandon flopped his junk all over Luke.”

“Oh no. Was it bad? Did I make a fool of myself?”