I’m going to be nice about this and give you one free pass because I’m gracious like that. Bates, Priest, and Saint have decided for whatever reason that I am theirs. What that also means is they are mine, so the next time you put your lips on him, I’m going to pin you down and stitch them together. Now, that would be a shame, you missing work and all on account of you not being able to give blowjobs, so do us both a favor. When you see one of my men, smile, say hi, but don’t fucking touch. You got it?” I ask as the music turns down like one of those moments in a movie. It’s so fucking cliché I almost roll my eyes. What’s next? Is everyone going to jump into a choreographed dance routine that everyone just happens to know all the steps to?
“I said, do you get me?” I press when she doesn’t answer. I notice movement out of the corner of my eye and see Saint and Priest take their thrones, looking amused.
“Bates,” the redhead whines when he doesn’t say anything in her defense. I turn to find his eyes on mine with something dark lurking beneath the surface.
“She doesn’t get me,” I mutter, shoving her out of the way and taking one of my cases from Bates.
“You want to give me the other stuff, or are you coming with me?” I ask him quietly. I’m not going to make a big deal out of this. If he wants her, then nothing I say or do will change that, it just means that Bates won’t be touching down in my end zone anytime soon.
“I got it, kitten. Come on,” he tells me, wrapping his free arm around my neck and pressing a quick, hard kiss to my lips before pulling back.
He snags the case back and moves around me, which is when the redhead makes her mistake.
“You might be his latest flavor, but it was me wearing his cum the last time I was here. He fucked me so well, I wore it as a badge of honor all day.” She preens while I fight back the urge to gag.
“Damn, girl, that’s nasty. Do your other clients know they were rolling around in another guy’s cum while they were fucking you?” I ask, loud enough for the guys nearby to catch. They all turn to look at her, each looking a little green.
“I am not a whore,” she snaps.
“Well, if it walks like a whore, talks like a whore, and smells like a whore, chances are it’s a whore,” I point out, scrunching up my face.
“I don’t charge for sex,” she shouts.
“Worried about refunds, huh?”
“Fuck you,” she yells.
“I’m going to pass, but thanks. You’re pretty. You have great hair, nice tits, even if they are store-bought, and an ass even I want to touch, but then you had to open your mouth and speak and, well, everything went downhill from there.”
“I—” she starts.
“Stop talking,” I tell her.
“But—”
“Nope.”
“You—”
“Should I use smaller words?” I question as the guys around her laugh.
She stomps her foot and storms away in a huff.
“Finally. Jesus,” I mutter before looking up at Bates, who has a broad smile across his face.
“I’m pretty sure the smartest thing to ever come out of her mouth was your dick,” I tell him, making him throw his head back and laugh.
“Christ, Reign, you haven’t been here for a day yet, and you’re already causing trouble. And to think I was worried you were going to be intimidated here,” he teases.
I snort at that. “I have five brothers, Bates. I feel like I’ve been training for this my whole life.”
“Come on, let’s get you out of here before she gets a drink in her and feels brave enough to approach you again.”
I don’t argue, following him up the staircase as the music turns up now that the drama has ended. He carries all of my stuff into the room, which is now mine, and places everything by one of the two large dressers.
“You handled yourself well. If a guy gives you a hassle, either Saint, Priest, or I will deal with it, but I can see you can hold your own against the women,” Bates praises, looking pleased.
“I can handle it. Maybe I should deal with the men, though, and you deal with the women. I really hate bitchiness. That’s one good thing about having brothers instead of sisters. I didn’t have to deal with