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The tail end of the day was wings and beer.
Now Onyx, Maddox, and I were walking the longest route possible back to Onyx’s. Not his shop, which shared a wall with Joystick’s, but his home a few streets away from Main Street.
Maddox was in the middle with his arms draped over both our shoulders. One of his more endearing traits was how easy it was for him to be this kind of friendly, and I loved the warmth and familiarity in his touch. Tonight the gesture wasn’t quite so sweet because it was an excuse to hold himself upright.
“Dude, dude, dude.” Onyx pulled away from Maddox and swerved in front of us. “You’re knocking me over.”
“Nuh-uh. You can’t walk cuz you’re drunk.” Maddox made the words sound like an official proclamation.
Onyx stumbled to my other side, leaned into me, and hooked his arm through mine. “My Alys knows what I’m talking about. You’ve got my back like always, right Bunny?”
“Like always.” And I did, just like he did for me. The nickname and the possession both helped keep me here, despite the fact that my mind had been trying to drift all day.
My guys. My safety blankets.
We reached Onyx’s, and he wiggled the doorknob. “Locked.” He laughed.
“Keys?” I asked.
He let go of my arm and jutted his hip toward me. “Pocket. Probably. Unless I traded them for beers.”
“You tried. Joystick has his own house.” I fished out his keys and let us inside.
Maddox tripped over the large rug covering the hardwood, and landed on his side in the nearest chair.
Onyx roared with laughter, as if it were the funniest thing ever. I didn’t remember them being this silly when I was drunk with them. Perhaps sobriety was good for more than one reason tonight.
“You should probably both sleep,” I said.
“You should probably make me.” Maddox leaned toward me, wrapped his arms around my legs, and pulled me into him until I tumbled into his lap.
I squealed in surprise, and lingered longer than I needed to, feeling him wrapped around me. This would land differently if he were so sober. Better. Hotter. Harder to resist with his strong fingers digging into my hip and his hot breath falling on my neck.
One of the most important things my mother wanted me to learn when I was younger—sex was for fun, not a weapon.
I hated that I’d encountered people in my life who didn’t think the same way. Don for instance. I was grateful that was never an issue with these two.
“Group grope.” Onyx fell without warning, draping himself over us like a blanket.
This was too fun. Exactly the kind of escape I needed. But I should probably be the designated grown-up for the night.
“No, really.” Despite someone’s hand being on my breast and another wedged between my legs, I managed to extract myself from the pile. “Bed. Come on.”
Onyx slid onto the ground and landed on his ass with a scowl. “Aww.”
“Both of you.”
“Yes, Miss Alys.” Maddox climbed to his feet and pressed his lips to my cheek. “You really are the best.”
“Kiss up.” Onyx shoved him toward the guest room, before stumbling to his own.
Joining Maddox would be uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to sharing a bed, and tended to sprawl.
Joining Onyx would just be a mistake. I wanted comfort, and with the walls between the past and the present being thinner than I’d like, I wanted the kind that came with nakedness, and possibly orgasms. Though, the latter was optional.
Running into Don reminded me of the clingy, sad child I’d been. The girl who thought that crappy sex equaled love. And if the bad stuff was romantic, the good stuff—like with Onyx—would be an eternal commitment.
Nope. Sex was sex. Nothing more.
