Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,110
you right for shoving your ass in my face,” he grumbles as my arm gets stuck under the coffee table. “Maybe next time you get up and walk around me like a normal human being.”
“Maybe next time I might knee you in the balls,” I mutter under my breath as I try to wriggle my arm free while Lady Dante decides it’s a good idea to come and cover my face in slobbery doggy kisses. Usually, I wouldn’t mind too much, but she only just ate her dinner. Someone needs to remind this dog that she needs to take a mint before going in for the full tongue kisses.
Getting my arm free, I make myself comfortable on the ground, making a point of not moving off Carver’s foot just to be a pain. I bring Grayson’s phone up and go through the whole process of unlocking it and scanning through all his apps until I get to the final page. “Where did you order from?” I ask him, quickly glancing up and meeting his stare as my stomach grumbles again. “UberEats or Menulog?”
“Menulog.”
I click into the app and look over our order, trying to figure out just how long until our dinner is supposed to arrive. We’ve been waiting for over an hour and my stomach can’t possibly take it anymore.
My whole world crashes as I look up at Grayson with my bottom lip pouting out and the devastation washing right over me. “I don’t know how you did it, but you’ve ordered our dinner from a store in Australia.”
“What?” he grunts, reaching down and snatching the phone out of my hand. He quickly scans over the order and I watch as his face falls. “How the fuck did I do that?”
“Shit,” Carver grumbles. “That’s a long fucking wait for dinner.”
“Pizza?” Cruz asks, pulling out his own phone as King laughs at the whole situation, somehow still concentrating solely on the TV screen as he plays some ridiculous game on the PlayStation.
Realizing that it’s still going to be ages until I get to eat, I get up off the ground and cross to King. I duck under his arms and slide up onto his lap without interrupting his game, and only then when he thinks I’m here to cuddle, I tear the controller right out of his hands and take over, having absolutely no idea what the hell I’m doing.
“You’re making me lose,” King yells, reaching for the controller.
I dart out of his arms, more than fucking up his game. “You were going to lose anyway,” I laugh.
I don’t even get a step away from him before he catches me around my waist and instantly pulls me back to him, but I’m not giving up, not yet. I pull the controller in close, laughing as I attempt to sit on it, but King has other plans and just sits on me instead.
“No,” I squeal. “Get your fat ass off me.”
An alarm cuts through Carver’s home and everybody freezes and whips their gazes around to Carver, the PlayStation completely forgotten. King instantly gets off me, pulling me to my feet and holding onto my wrist in a bruising grip, ready to haul me away if need be. “What alarm is that?” I ask, wide-eyed, looking around at the guys who are now on their feet with hard stares across their faces.
“It’s the front gate,” Carver says, pulling out his phone and bringing up the security footage. “Someone is trying to break onto the property.”
“When will this fucking bullshit end?” Cruz curses under his breath, more than done with the random, fucked up attacks. He steps past me and grabs my elbow on the way, tugging me away from King and walking deeper into the living room, far away from the windows. He takes me to the massive fireplace. “Get in.”
“What?” I grunt, pulling away from him, my brows pinched as anger pulses through me. I get that he’s protective and wants to hide me away, they all are, but that’s never how I’ve done things, and I’m sure as hell not about to start now. “I’m not hiding out in a fucking fireplace while you guys are left to handle my shit. If someone is here to make a move against me, then I’m not going to hide away. I face my problems straight on and you fucking know that.”
“Babe,” he groans. “Please, I’m not about to fight you on this. Get in the fucking fireplace.”