“Big Sis, what the fuck did Chad put in those shrooms?”
I yanked Kieran’s hands off my shoulders and adjusted the straps on my dress that had fallen down my shoulders. “Kieran, chill out. You’re fine.”
“I am so not fine,” he whined, bending down with his hands on his knees.
“Please tell me you’re not going to throw up.”
“I’m not going to throw up, but I’m seeing shit.”
“That’s normal.”
“Nah… not like this.”
“What are you seeing?”
He stood up and pointed to a portrait on the wall of a field of bluebonnets.
“The flowers are swaying in the breeze.”
“Oh, my God. That’s normal. Let’s get you back to the boys,” I huffed. Despite his height, I grabbed the back of his neck like he was some badass child and led him to the other suite. We were halfway there when Grant intercepted us.
“What the fuck are you doing? I’ve been looking for your ass for over twenty minutes!”
“Kieran reports having a bad trip,” I informed him as we performed the switch off. Grant put his hands on his hips and shook his head, looking just like Dad when one of us fucked up.
I wonder if this is how it’ll be if we have kids.
“Why aren’t you fucked up like him?” he asked.
“Maybe because I didn’t take an entire handful like your buddy. By the way, you’re a bad buddy, Granny. You should’ve been watching out for him.”
“Normally, I’d agree with you, Kiyah, but Grant was a littlepreoccupied,if you know what I mean,” Kieran expressed with a shit-eating grin on his face. I smirked at Grant, who subtly licked his bottom lip, most likely recalling the vigorous lovemaking we shared well into the evening and morning. “I passed by his room after we returned from the club, and all I have to say is… poor girl.”
Don’t feel sorry for me!
“Between the headboard banging against the wall and home girl’s moaning, I could barely get any sleep.”
I’d like to think that, after being acquainted with Grant for over twenty years, he’d be as predictable as the sunrise. But he proved me wrong when he passionately kissed me, ass-grabbing and all, in front of Kieran. Grant released me when a strangled cry came from Kieran.
“What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?” he rapidly whispered as he clenched his curls in his fingers. He abandoned his hair, scrubbed his face furiously, and blinked several times. “Okay… I thought I was fucking tripping before, but I was wrong. It’s happening now because I know I didn’t see what I just saw.”
“G, why did you have to do that?”
“Do what? What did I do?” he asked, playing dumb as if he didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. “I can’t kiss my wife now?”
Kieran glanced at Grant before glancing at me, and I watched as the color drained from our poor brother’s face. I sighed heavily when he hit the ground with a loud thud.
“What a drama king,” Grant huffed.
“Grant, we have enough drama going on already. You didn’t have to heap our shit on top of it. Grab his arms; I’ll grab his legs.”
We hoisted Kieran up and shuffled towards their suite.
“I need a break,” I announced, dropping Kieran’s legs.
“Suck it up, Kiyah. We’re almost there,” Grant insisted. You look gorgeous in your dress, by the way,” Grant praised, shuffling backward. His compliment warmed my heart.
“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”