Joey snaps his head toward me and raises his eyebrows. “Are you insane? I’m not proposing; that’s his job. He can at least give me one fucking grand gesture.”
My bedroom door pushes open and Billy fills the doorway, looking apprehensive. He rolls his eyes and grimaces in our direction, keeping one hand on the door while the other pinches the top of his nose. “Baby, Brooke wants to know if she can share our room.”
“Ha!”
I chuckle at Joey’s outburst before turning my attention back to Billy.
“There are only three bedrooms. It really doesn’t bother me if you don’t mind.”
Billy’s face is filled with a softness I only ever see him use with Joey. Though I’m not sure he knows what exactly he’s in for by agreeing to this sleeping arrangement; he’s barely had to spend any amount of time with Brooke.
Joey sits up, bracing himself on his elbows. “Oh, I do mind. There’s no way in Hell I’m sharing a bed with her. I believe I saw a couch downstairs she can plant her ass on when it comes time to sleep.”
“Well, do you want to go tell her? I think she is already starting to unpack in our room.”
“Of course she is.” Joey swings his long, muscular legs off the bed and walks toward the door, passing Billy after planting a brief kiss to his lips. “Brooke. You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m sharing a room with you.” I hear her muffled response, followed by Joey’s dramatic rebuttal, which causes both Billy and me to laugh.
He turns to me and smiles. “You ready for next weekend? Tying down the unattainable bachelor of Chicago and all is a pretty big deal.”
“Ha ha. Speaking of bachelors—” I scoot off the bed and walk over to him, “—can I ask you something?” He closes the door and leans against it, waiting for my question with a welcoming expression. I put my hand on his shoulder. “You wouldn’t hurt Joey, would you?”
He tilts his head with a frown, seemingly thrown off by my question. His eyes dart to my hand that’s resting on his shoulder before flicking back to me. “Dylan, I’m well aware of your capabilities when it comes to bitch-slapping somebody, but even if I wasn’t, I’d never hurt Joey.”
I squeeze his shoulder before dropping my hand to my side. “Okay. I’m just looking out for him.”
“I know. You and Juls are crazy-protective over my baby. One of these days I’ll be married to all three of you.” He notices my quiet enthusiasm and puts a finger to his lips. “Not a word.”
I nod eagerly. “That’s so exciting,” I whisper.
He opens the door and peeks his head out into the hallway, glancing in both directions. “All’s quiet. Think they killed each other?”
My phone begins to ring in my pocket. I slip it out as I reply, “It’s possible. You might want to go check.”
Billy gives me a wink before he walks out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. I answer the call as I walk back over to the bed.
“Hi, handsome.”
“Hi, love. Are you here?”
“Yup. Just got in about an hour ago. When will I see you? It’s already almost eight o’clock.” I fall back onto my pillow, rolling over and placing the note he left me next to his iPod. “I need my Reese fix.”
He laughs softly. “Are the two orgasms I gave you last night not keeping you satisfied?”
“No way. I’m greedy when it comes to that mouth of yours.”
“Just my mouth?” I can practically hear his smile through the phone. Playful Reese is one of my favorites.
He probably could keep me satisfied with just his mouth if he wanted to. But I’ve had the rest of him, and I’m not giving that up for anything. “You know I’m addicted to all of you,” I reply before my grin breaks into a yawn. I’m suddenly not wanting to leave this bed at all, especially after Reese does get here.
“You better be. Tired?”
“Very. Long day. Even longer flight.” I reach up behind me and pile my hair on top of my head so the coolness of the pillow touches my skin. “Brooke and Joey are already going at it.”
I hear Ian’s voice in the background. “All right,” Reese directs away from the phone. “I gotta go. We should be getting out of here in a few hours, though.”
I yawn again. “Mmm, okay. Miss your face.”
“Miss yours.”
I hang up the call and get out of bed, picking up my suitcase and plopping it down in my place. Grabbing the University of Chicago T-shirt Reese gave me months ago, which, besides a garter and stockings, is the only thing he willingly allows me to wear to bed, I strip quickly and slip it over my head. Our bedroom has its own private bath, which I’m grateful for; sharing a bathroom with two gay guys and two other girls would be a nightmare, I’m sure. Joey alone has more hair care products than I do. After I remove my makeup and brush my teeth, I climb back into bed just as someone knocks on my door.
“Come in.”
Juls pops her head in with a smile. “Hey. The guys should be here in a couple of hours.”