Whiskey's Second Chance

13: Keeping Your Cool

Kayla POV

I woke up early, considering the amount I had to drink the night before, and laid in bed unmotivated to move. My mind wandered to the night before. Whiskey's body against mine was far better than I could have ever imagined. The way his hands held my hips, pulling me closer to him, ignited a fire in my core. And I didn't mind it.

Thirty minutes later, I smelled coffee wafting up to my room, calling my name. Looking around, I took in the pristine room Kaitlyn put me in last night. She swore it wasn't anyone's, but the toothbrush and hairbrush in the bathroom said otherwise. I didn't want to argue with her either, as she looked pissed about what was happening last night, but I was too tired and tipsy to understand.

A small bag with a note sat by the door. "Told Killer you can't just not tell girls where they are sleeping and not get their clothes. Here's a small bag of yours. He didn't rummage through your stuff either. I'd have his balls if he did. - Kaitlyn"

Laughing to myself, I grabbed my leggings and a Queen band t-shirt and headed to the shower. I made a mental note to remake the bed and make sure everything was in place before I left, because this was definitely someone's room.

I didn't bother putting on makeup, giving my skin a break, since it was my day off. As much fun as I have doing my dramatic and bold looks, today was not one of those days.

Following my nose to the coffeepot downstairs, I paused on the stairs, finding more men in one place than I have ever seen in one place. All staring at me. Plain old, simple me.

Jesus, Lord Almighty, help me. They are all gorgeous and my mind is not clean enough to be surrounded by them right now.

"Jaws off the floor, boys. Drooling will get you nowhere," Tiger growled out, still half asleep, and probably nursing a hangover like the rest of us.

Tiger nodded towards me as I found the coffeepot. Empty. Looking around, I found everything I needed to make a fresh pot. As it quietly brewed, I sat with Tiger, Ace, and two others I didn't know. We sat in silence and the guys stared at me, wondering who the hell I was, and I thought the same thing.

"Uh, I'm Kayla," I said, introducing myself.

Tiger perked up. "Sorry I'm not awake yet. Kayla this is Tiny and Gears our twins. Kinda," she said, nodding to each of them.

Tiny, who looked considerably younger than me, was not small by any means and had at least five inches on me, easily. His baby blue eyes and blonde hair stood out amongst the others, along with his sharp jawline. While Gears seemed to be the same height, and pure muscles as well. His olive toned skin and green eyes were a stark comparison to his brothers.

It took me a few minutes before registering what Tiger had said. "Twins?" I asked, looking between the two, seeing them look nothing alike physically.

They all laughed. Tiny explained since the day Tiger had met them, they were always together, feeding off of one another's attitudes and emotions. And I could see it. Therefore, "the twins'' became their new nickname.

I excused myself and grabbed a mug from the counter, pouring myself a large cup of coffee. Taking a sip, I smiled to myself. Not bad, Kayla. Not bad at all.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Whiskey staring at me, holding his own mug with steam coming off of the top. There was something about the way he was looking at me that made me think he was hiding something, like he knew something I didn't. Then again, I got the same feeling from Tiger last night and this morning.

"You know, this coffee tastes an awful lot like the one at the diner. Bold and steaming hot, just like someone else I know," Whiskey commented, raising his cup towards me.