Kiss and Don't Tell (The Vancouver Agitators, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

“I’m uncomfortable when Mom and Dad fight,” Levi says, pulling at a cloth napkin. Leaning in close, Pacey asks, “Which one is Mom?” With that signature smile, Levi says, “Taters, of course. Easily the bottom.”

right?” “Ah, yes, Ian Rivers’s phone number. I’ll ask around.” “It’s the least you can do, since when I hang up the phone, I’m going to have to probably slip Katherine a crushed-up sedative in some applesauce just to make it through the day. I don’t prefer to drug my friends, Winnie.” “I know, but sometimes it has to be done.”

“It’s big enough for two people, that’s unless you’re disgusted by me and can’t have me that close.” Disgusted? More like dangerously attracted. Nervous I might involuntarily lick his neck if he’s too close.

“Wait, you drove over eleven hours, to a foreign country⁠—” “It’s Canada.” “Doesn’t matter, you drove to a foreign country—to steal a trophy from your estranged uncle?” “Yup.” I smile widely. “My mom deserves that trophy. It’s hers. And I’m going to get it for her.” “Wow,” Pacey says and then chuckles. “That . . . Jesus, that makes me like you so much fucking more.” “My crazy makes you like me more?” “Yeah, in fact it does.”

I feel so . . . incredible. Hoarse. Feverish. And a little angry that Josh never gave me that.

The boys exchange glances and Posey says, “I don’t like how agreeable he is to all of this. It’s making me feel uneasy.” “Me too,” Hornsby agrees. “Do you think it’s because he got some last night?” “And this morning,” Holmes says before taking a sip of his orange juice. “I think the orgasms have helped him relax.” Posey speaks more quietly. “Blink twice if the orgasms helped. Blink once if you’re in some sort of sexual trance you don’t know how to get out of.”

“Hey,” I say, grabbing my butt. “Watch it, man.” “Oh, sorry.” He holds his hands up. “I forgot spanking gets your sweet pussy wet.” My cheeks flame. “Pacey.” My voice comes out embarrassed. “Aww, Winnie, you shy talking about the things that turn you on?” He gets into the car and adjusts the seat so his legs can barely fit. I slide into my seat as well. “I don’t mind talking about the things that turn me on, I just don’t want to talk about it in front of a house with a white picket fence and a sign that says ‘Grandma Crossing’ in the front yard.” Pacey looks out the window and then laughs. “Maybe we just spiced up the grandma’s life. You never know.”

“But putting the physical aspect to the side, after seeing you sprint out of your uncle’s house with a trophy, shoeless, and telling him to suck your breastmilk, I’m pretty sure I won’t ever be able to let you go.”

Max: You shouldn’t have texted to group chat. What were you thinking? Winnie: That maybe Katherine has taken a valium since we spoke. Max: I wish.

“No, he knows who Josh is because Josh is actually Pacey’s half-brother.” “What?” Max shouts, leaping to his feet. He glances around the room and then back at me. “Am I in some weird soap opera and don’t know it?”

“He’d be an idiot not to want her back,” Taters says, surprising us all. When he feels all eyes on him, he casually shrugs. “I might have been a dick at first, but she grew on me. And I’m not an idiot, I could see how happy she made Lawes.” “You make my nipples hard,” Hornsby says. “I think that’s just because you haven’t gotten any for over a month,” Taters says. “Longest drought since I’ve known you.” “Over a month? Really?” Posey asks. “Are you ill?”

Taters nods his head. “This is a good plan.” “How is that a good plan?” I ask. “I want her back right fucking now.” Hornsby grips my shoulder. “The best things are worth waiting for. Didn’t you tell her she’s worth the wait?” Why do these assholes remember everything I tell them? And why the hell do I tell them everything? “Yes,” I grit out. “Then, prove it. If she’s worth the wait, then she’s worth the time. If she’s worth the time, then you need to take it. Make the most of it. Don’t come barging in like a goddamn alpha asshole demanding she goes out with you again. Befriend her, woo her, sweep her off her feet, and then when the time comes, you win her back.” “My nipples are hard thinking about the end result.” Posey rubs his nipples. “Oddly, mine are too.” Taters brings his fingers to his chest. “I’m concerned.” I turn to Holmes, who has been silent this whole time, looking for his opinion. “My nipples aren’t hard,” he says, then adds, “but it’s a good plan.” Damn it.

“Clean yourselves.” She snatches the peanut butter from Max’s hand as she walks away. “Why does she hate us?” I whisper to Max. “I think she just hates life in general, and that hate is directed toward us.”

With a satisfied smile, Hornsby places his feet on my coffee table and crosses his arms behind his head. “The line of communication has been opened. Now . . . we woo. Message the best friend on Instagram, get her address. Tomorrow, we go into a full-court press.” “I don’t even know what that means.” “You will . . . you will.”

“Katherine, lover boy sent tacos,” Max shouts. “Were they delivered by a stranger?” “Yes,” Max shouts. “Enjoy your arsenic,”