and I find myself nestled between Desmond and Tate. Tate is shifted as far away from me as possible, his ass dangling off the wooden seat. But the former’s knee, however, is flush against mine. Apparently, my words from earlier today penetrated that thick head of his. He’s been more touchy-feely than ever before, now that we’ve cleared the air.
But anger still thrums in the deepest pit of my stomach at the thought of Rebecca, my best friend, laying her fingers on my man.
If my memory serves me correctly, she knew exactly how much I loved each of them. She never looked at them in a way that made me think she had feelings for them. If anything, she seemed slightly annoyed and irritated whenever they were in the vicinity. On more than one occasion, she called them animals. Had I just been blind? Oblivious? Stupid? All of the above?
Her betrayal causes a lump to form in my throat, making it impossible to swallow.
“So,” Henry begins, drumming his fingers on the table. He hasn’t even picked up his slice of pizza yet, too busy glaring daggers at each of my “husbands.”
I’m so going to spank the shit out of Arsin when this is over.
“What sort of business do you do?” he queries, and I can read the question for what it is—getting more information on the men that have infiltrated his little sister’s life. Surely, if he was behind this attack, he wouldn’t be curious about something as mundane as their day jobs, right?
Fuck, I’m going to drive myself insane with the incessant questions.
“I’m a combat instructor,” Desmond replies easily, his hand dropping to my upper thigh and giving it a squeeze. I’m wearing a gorgeous red dress today, one that hangs just above my knee, so it will take very little for Desmond to push the fabric away and—
What the fuck am I doing? My brothers are mere inches from us.
Try telling that to my raging libido.
His thumb absently strokes the swath of bare skin exposed, and I can’t stop the involuntary shiver from hitting me full force.
“What does that entail?” Ray questions, finally sounding engaged with the conversation. All of my brothers are obsessed with self-defense, combat, hunting—pretty much anything that involves violence.
“I have a company I opened up a few years ago,” he answers, and the news causes my eyes to widen. How did I not know about this?
But then again, I don’t know a lot about who the guys are now. I’m assuming they retain some of the traits from the gods I met and fell in love with in the Realm of the Gods, but who did this world shape them to be? Do they have lives? Jobs outside of killing people?
“I have a few classes every day,” he continues, oblivious to the turmoil of my thoughts. “But I took an extended absence when I met Emily.” His hand squeezes on my thigh, emphasizing his thoughts. Slowly, maintaining that cocksure smile on his full lips, he pushes the dress up until he’s able to touch the edge of my panties.
“So you guys are…dating?” Colton makes a face, as if that word physically pains him, and I swear Ray is going to vomit on his pizza.
“Did you hear the husband and wife thing?” Sin drawls, annoyed. He downs his glass of bourbon before immediately pouring himself another.
“We’re not married,” I protest immediately, knowing an argument would brew if he’s able to convince my brothers otherwise.
The look Sin levels at me is dark and dangerous, like a hunter that has finally found its prey and is preparing to eat it whole. “You’re mine,” he vows, no hint of teasing in his voice. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
Oh yeah. Now, my brothers are definitely concerned. I wouldn’t be surprised if they grab the shotgun and shoot—
I release a muffled squeal, barely contained with my hand, when Desmond pulls away my panties and begins to rub circles against my clit.
“Are you okay?” Henry asks instantly, breaking the staring match he had with Sin. Avery is quick to pull the twins into a conversation about the upcoming football game, so that just leaves my eldest brother to deal with.
“Fine,” I gasp, taking a sip of my water to hide my reaction. I’m sure my cheeks are on fire as well. “So, are you guys still dating that one girl?”
Desmond’s fingers leisurely rub back and forth across my slit before he adds a second finger. He begins to scissor them in