Holiday Vibes by Sarah Brenton

Author:Sarah Brenton [Sarah Brenton]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarah Brenton
Published: 2023-08-26T00:00:00+00:00

December Twenty-third

There’s a bang on my door and my heart leaps into my throat as a stray knee connects with my groin.

I hiss, cupping my abused balls. What the ever-loving hell is happening? I find myself face to face with Jessie’s wide eyes and for a moment I stare at her, stunned that she’s in my bed.

Last night comes flooding back to me. Everything we did. Jessie’s thoughts are mirroring my own if the pink blooming on her cheeks is any indication.

“Nic!” Timothy bangs on the door again before rattling the doorknob. I suck in a breath.

The door is locked, thank god. Timothy pounds on it again. “You can’t sleep all day on my wedding day! I need you to take my hag of a sister down the aisle.”

I let out my breath as Jessie pulls the blankets over her head. Like he won’t notice the Jessie-sized lump next to me when he manages to break in.

“Did you lock your bedroom door?” I hiss at her—because that’s probably Timothy’s next stop. Thank god he didn’t climb onto the roof and come through the window.

The blankets fly off and Jessie leaps up, naked, and makes her exit through the bathroom door, closing it softly. I can hear the shower kick on.

“Nic!” Timothy bangs on the door again.

“I’m up, you ass,” I say loud enough for him to hear as I swing my legs over the side of the bed.

A used condom is plastered to my thigh—guess we were too sex-drunk last night to put it in the trash—and I’m peeling it off and wincing at every leg hair I’m ripping out when my door flies open. I whip the blankets back over my lower half and send up a quick prayer that Timothy doesn’t go near the small trash bin where the rest of the used condoms are.

Timothy has a huge grin on his face as he holds up a bobby pin and walks in. “Have a good night last night?”

I rub the back of my neck and mumble something about a hangover.

Timothy gives me a lopsided grin. “I counted your drinks. You were off your head, but it wasn’t the alcohol.”

“I’m not on anything, if that’s what you’re implying.” I snap.

Timothy makes a noise and stops. Directly over Jessie’s pajamas, lying on an otherwise clean floor. His grin gets impossibly huge as he rubs his hands together and bounces on his feet. “Why are my sister’s pajamas in your room?”

I yawn to give myself time to come up with something. “She keeps leaving her shit all over the bathroom floor. Thought I’d hold them hostage until she agrees to clean up after herself.”

Timothy’s smile dims. “She’ll starch your undies in retaliation. Is she up yet?”

“How would I know?” I ask, irritated. “What time is it?”

He glances at the door to the bathroom and frowns. “Ten.”

Dammit. That doesn’t leave much time for a coffee. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

Timothy glances down at his faded black Warwick T-shirt and torn jeans and shrugs.

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