He laughed, nipping the side of my breast before lifting his head. “You do, too.” His hand moved between us, finding my clit again, and he was right. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he brought me to a third orgasm.

Cross and I were doing just fine.

“I need to go out.”

Jordan made that announcement as he dropped into one of the chairs in the living room. Cross was working on his laptop. I was curled up next to him, lying across the rest of the couch, half leaning up against his arm.

I was texting back and forth with Tabatha, who finally reached out. I’d been trying to get ahold of her since Sunday had her baby. It wasn’t until today that she finally responded, and I was given the ultra-important mission of not telling Jordan anything she was telling me—and that the 4-1-1 was that she was dating back in Roussou. Little did she know, I wasn’t violating my crew obligation because Jordan already knew. Zellman told us everything he was finding out, it was almost too much. I mean, we hadn’t needed to know how long Drayana’s umbilical cord was, with photos and all.

“What are you thinking?”

“Bren goes back to working tomorrow in her bounty-hunter-in-training or whatever. You have tests this week, just like me.” Jordan shifted in his seat, lines sticking out around his mouth. His whole energy was edgy and frustrated. He clipped out, “There’s a huge block party on frat row. I think we should go.”

“You were banned, remember.”

“It’s a street party. They can’t ban me from a street party, and I think they dropped that. Tab’s not even here.”

True.

Cross glanced down at me.

I looked at him.

I already knew neither of us cared, but Jordan needed to go out.

No words were said.

I sat up at the same time Cross shut his laptop.

Jordan grinned. “I love you guys.”

I snorted. “We’re going to a party for you. Not a huge hardship here.” I was crossing the room, heading to go and change.

He called after me, “Parties are usually a hardship for you, Bren.”

True. I glanced back, grinning and seeing him shooting me a grin. “We owe you.”

He grunted. “Fuck yeah, you do. The animalistic sex was a bit much.”

Cross was walking by him, and without saying a word, his hand flashed out. He smacked Jordan on the back of his head but kept going.

Jordan called after us, half-laughing, “Don’t go another round in there, and you’re driving, by the way. I’m starting to drink right now.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

JORDAN

I loved going out with my crew.