Page 66 of Venomous as a Snake

“You—” He raises his brow, hand still in the plastic bag. “You talked?”

“Yes. What else were you—oh, my god, Drew. Are you trying to hook me up with Collin or Forrest?”

He shakes his head, tossing a package of chocolate chips on my counter. “And.”

“And what?” I purse my lips, not understanding.

“Collin and Forrest.”

I sigh as my eyes fall shut. “Are you fucking with me right now?”

“You like them.”

“They’re nice guys,” I explain, though I don’t know why I need to. “I do like them. But I don’t want to fuck them.”

“Are you sure?”

I glare at him. “Do you want to fuck them?”

He shrugs, repeating me. “They’re nice guys.”

“Drew,” I growl.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll stay out of it.”

“Sure you will,” I reply sarcastically.

He clicks his tongue at me, and I throw a dish towel at him.

“Would it be so bad?”

“No,” I answer in exasperation. “Wait. Yes. The answer is yes. We just got Walker back after two years. Ali hasn’t even been my mate for a year. That’s still new. We’re the only long-term stable relationship in this group, and I say that lightly. Nothing about you is stable.”

Drew chuckles. “So you do like them, but you don’t want to because you’re worried about what Ali and Walker will think?”

“That’s not what I said. Not even remotely close.”

“I was reading between the lines.”

“There were no lines to read between.”

“You’re so frustrated,” he purrs. “Did Walker lose his charm in the bedroom?”

I roll my eyes. “If I seem frustrated, maybe it’s because you’re trying to pimp me out to the neighbors.”

Pimp meows obnoxiously from his perch on the back of the sofa.

“Not you,” Drew tells him as I say, “Stay out of this, Satan.”

“Blondie,” he drawls, gripping my hips to drag me against his chest. “If I was selling your services, it wouldn’t be for sex.”

“That doesn’t sound as sweet as you think it does.”

He scoffs. “Those services aren’t for everyone. They’re for me.” He wobbles his head. “And Ali. And I suppose Walker, too. But if he’s not helping you release this tension, tell me now so I can go kick his ass.”

“You’re just looking for an extra reason to stir up shit with him. Go on, since you want to fight so badly. I can release tension on my own.”

Drew gasps, squeezing me tighter. “Blasphemy, Blondie. But if you want to get a head start, I’ll creep on you through the cameras.”