COMING HOME

Chapter Nine

Lexie

The smell of bacon pulls me out of my sleep, I grab my phone from the dresser to check the time and it's already eleven forty-five in the morning. I stretch and make my way towards the bathroom. I try to remember what happened last night. The memories replaying in my head include Elijah, him in my bed. I remember going out with the girls and Toxic being our last stop. I also remember being on top of a bar dancing and jumping into Elijah's arms. After that it's not completely clear, but I remember falling, Bri yelling, s**t! was I topless in front of someone? I close my eyes and see him. He was in my bed! I finish using the bathroom, wash my face, and brush my teeth then head back into the room.

I open the door to my room and expect to see Bri cooking breakfast but instead there are two very shirtless guys in my kitchen. Holy s**t, please don't tell me I had s*x with them both. I start freaking out a little. I don’t remember much about last night, so it's a possibility.

I step out further and see one is making bacon and the other is making French toast. Bri is sitting at the dining table just watching them. Following their every move with her eyes. I walk over to her and when she sees me she says good morning. The guys hear her and turn in my direction. Elijah is holding a piece of bacon but puts it down before walking over and kissing me on the cheek.

"Good morning, beautiful." What the f**k happened? It's like I'm in another dimension where my ex and his hot friend are cooking me breakfast. Elijah is acting like I'm not supposed to be mad at him.

"Bri what the hell?" The other guy is looking at me with a smile on his face and I notice he has grey eyes, they stand out on him because of his skin tone. Bri seems mesmerized by those eyes and is completely ignoring me. He has tattoos covering almost every inch of his upper body. From his collar bone, down his chest, his arms, and stomach, there's a tattoo adorning it all.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask nodding towards the guy Bri is practically drooling over.

"I'm Jackson but you can call me Jax." Jax, that sounds familiar. Hey! He's the guy I was dancing with before Elijah showed up. Oh thank god! It must show on my face that I recognized him because his smile gets bigger, but I look away because I do recall what I called him. Well, at least I didn't sleep with him.

"Of course, you can call me hottie if you’d like." I ignore him and speak to Bri instead.

"Bri what happened to Dannie?"

"Who?" Seriously?! She probably found her next toy and completely forgot about her old one.

"You know the pretty bartender you've been dating for the past few weeks?"

"Oh..Oh s**t!. I completely forgot about her." I look at her like how the hell do you forget a person? The guys are looking at her like she's their dream come true. Since Elijah is the closest person to me, I slap him in the stomach.

"Stop it! She completely blew off her girlfriend for your friend over there." I mean I probably would have too, but I wasn’t about to admit that to them.

"Oh well, she wanted more than what I was willing to give anyway, so it wasn’t going to last much longer." She gets up from her chair and starts making her way to the bacon. She really is something else, I know for a fact she has clothes here. Yet she's walking around in what I suspect is Jax's t-shirt and her panties, which are almost non-existent. After grabbing her bacon, she walks past Jax who grabs her by the waist and pulls her to him whispering something in her ear. Her back to his front, I guess her having a girlfriend doesn’t bother him at all. She melts into him and laughs at whatever he's whispering in her ear. I feel someone behind me and realize Elijah is holding me the same way. I don’t know if I should pull away or just let him, his body feels so good against mine. All of him covering me like a blanket. I think I'm liking this a little too much so I decide to break the moment by pulling away and asking if breakfast is ready.

"Yea sit down and I'll get you a plate babe." Elijah whispers in my ear and I can't help but close my eyes for a second and enjoy his closeness. How did he get so close again without me noticing? Damn it, he's making me weak. Then again he always has. He walks me over to the table and pulls my chair out. Bri comes and sits across from me and I give her a curious look. All she does is smile and wink.

Breakfast was delicious and when we expressed our delight the guys tell us they had to learn how to cook when in college because it was just the two of them and starving wasn't an option. It was nice sitting here with them, since it was usually just myself or me and Bri. Who is now making "f**k me" eyes at Jax and when I looked over at him he's smirking and nodding. Next thing I know she's getting up and walking off to the guestroom with him on her heels. I'm left sitting with Elijah and I don’t know what to say, so I make a move to get up and start washing the dishes.

"I'll help you, you can wash and I'll dry." Thanks is all I can manage before we start hearing moaning and Elijah starts laughing.

"They are wasting no time." Either she's screaming into a speaker or they forgot to close the door, so I walk towards the room and sure enough the door is wide open. Jax is laying down and it looks like Bri is twerking on his d**k. I grab the door handle to close the door when Jax notices me and asks if I'm there to join in the fun. Bri, the slut, turns to face me and winks before continuing to get the world record of fastest twerking on a p***s. I retreat as fast as I can and head back to the kitchen sink where my dishes and Elijah wait for me.

"Did you enjoy the show?" He asks smiling because he knows he's making me uncomfortable.

"No, those freaks need to learn how to close the door." I let out a breath and concentrate on doing the dishes instead of thinking about what I just saw.

With the dishes done, I head into the room to start fixing the bed and get ready to start the day. I hear my door close and turn around to see Elijah standing there with nothing on but his boxer briefs. I know I'm probably staring but damn! Who told the man to have such a nice body? Muscle everywhere and tattoos decorating it. He has a tribal tattoo that starts from his collarbone and wraps around his right arm, and on his left rib cage he has some writing that I can't quite make out. He clears his throat and my eyes shoot up to his face.

"You saw mine, now can I see yours?" He's walking towards me and for every step he takes I take one back, until the back of my legs hit the bed and there's nowhere for me to go. He knows he has me cornered and he smiles. When he reaches me, he grabs me by the waist, and pulls me to him. Just like that I'm lost, and instead of trying to back away from him I'm wanting to be closer to him.