He chuckled as if he knew exactly what I wanted him to do but wanted to tease me first. “Think of every favorite flavor you have. Food, drink, whatever. Then mix them together and imagine them combined in a single beverage.”
I opened my eyes and met his curious brown gaze. “So you’re saying I should chop you up into pieces and put you in a drink? That’s kind of sadistic, don’t you think?”
“Ah, baby doll.” Sweeping in, he kissed me, his hands confident and warm as they ran down my back and clutched my ass. “You sure know how to make me feel loved.”
“You are,” I assured him. “Completely.” Wanting to thank him for the kindness he’d just paid my friend, I buried my fingers in his hair and tugged him forward, nipping at his mouth, then kissing him deeply.
“Oh, hell no!” Sasha squawked, screeching to a stop as she entered the kitchen. “Jesus, Juli. No sex on the kitchen counters, ’kay?”
Mortified, I buried my face in Colton’s shirt and muffled out a wincing, “Sorry.”
“I was just inspiring her to create a really awesome drink,” Colton answered, making Sasha snicker and back out of the kitchen.
“Well, then. I’ll leave you to it. Just hurry it up. Ty’s getting restless.”
I pushed Colton back so I could slide off the counters. He backed away, taking my hands as I landed on my feet. “I need to get back to this alcohol-making duty someone assigned me to.”
He winked and kissed my forehead. “I’ll stop inspiring you, then.”
And he strolled back out of the kitchen. I watched his ass in his jeans until he disappeared, soaking up the last bit of inspiration I could before, wham, an idea really did hit me.
Chocolate-covered strawberries were my favorite thing on earth. I hurried to pull a carton of strawberries from the refrigerator, then chocolate syrup, and some whipped topping. Raiding the cabinets, I found some rum and Kahlua and put my mixer to work.
A minute later, I was carrying a tray full of three drinks into the living room, where Chad had crept out of hiding and was sitting in the chair farthest away from the couch where Tyla was. She remained curled up between Sasha and Colton, who had an arm draped around her shoulders.
“The alcohol is here!” I announced, grinning brightly.
Sasha and Tyla immediately took their glasses, and when Colton reached for the third, I sent him an arch look and half pulled away. “That one’s mine. You’re not twenty-one, remember?”
He glanced at me and then winked. “I just want a taste.”
I sighed but stopped pulling back to allow him to claim the glass. As he took his first sip, I held my breath and bit my lip. He looked up at me and lifted his eyebrows. “Mmm. This shit is good.” His next drink was more of a gulp.
“It really is, JuJu,” Tyla announced while a busy-drinking Sasha could only nod and hold out a thumbs-up.
Curious because I’d been too afraid to try it, I reached for Colton’s glass. “I want to try it.”
But he held up an arm to block me. “Hell no. This one’s mine now. Go make your own.”
I paused to raise my eyebrows. “What did you just say to me?”
Eyes sparkling with mischief, he stuck out his tongue and slowly lapped his way up the outside of the glass. “I licked it. It’s mine.”
When Sasha and Chad and Tyla all burst out laughing, I gasped. “Why you…” I dove at him, making him shout out his surprise and quickly set the drink on an end table before either of us spilled it.
I pounced onto his lap and tried to reach past him, but he cried, “No!” and laughed, slinging an arm around my waist to hold me back.
“Give me my goddamn drink, you jerk,” I muttered, struggling against him and yet unable to stop laughing either.
“Jerk, huh?” He lifted his eyebrows through his grin. “That’s definitely not going to get you your drink back. Actually, I think that’s grounds for this.”
And the bastard proceeded to tickle me.
“Oh my God, no!” I squealed, struggling against him and giggling uncontrollably. “No! Stop. Stop! Oh my God, wait. You’re going to jostle my ovaries.”
He immediately stopped before he realized I was making fun of him by repeating his own words back to him from when I’d had my period.
A second later, he narrowed his eyes. “Ooh, you smart-ass. I’m going to get you even more for that.” And he advanced slowly, his fingers spread and curled into mock claws.
“Girl, please do not tell me you have a bun in the oven,” Tyla demanded. “Are you fucking pregnant?”
JULIANNA’S CHAPTER | 31
Colton straightened with surprise. “Wait, what?” His eyes went wide and scared as they darted between me and Tyla. “Pregnant?”
I blinked at my roommate, utterly confused. “Yeah…what?” I asked Tyla.
“Well…” She blinked at me, clearly confused. “You said something about jostling your ovaries.”
I glanced toward Colton. He glanced back at me. And we both burst out laughing.