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Yet none of them will leave or let me leave the house. I don’t know if it’s because they don’t really believe I’m feeling better, if they don’t want to pop the little bubble we’re in, or if they’re worried about letting me out of their sight.
Honestly, it’s probably a bit of all three.
Fidgeting out of boredom on my spot on the leather couch, Mac starts mindlessly running his hand up and down my thigh underneath my blanket. Ronan’s in his usual spot in the armchair next to Mac, and Finn’s sitting on the other end of the couch with his arm draped over the back. Every so often, he’ll twirl a strand of my hair, which sends butterflies to my stomach, just like Mac’s hand is doing now or Ronan’s eyes whenever I catch him staring at me.
That’s another thing! Besides a deep kiss, gently wrapping me in their arms while we sleep or snuggle on the couch, none of them have touched me. And it’s kind of starting to piss me off.
I’m a little bruised, not dead.
For the first few days, I was grateful for it. I could hardly function, let alone climb any of them like a tree. But now, now I’m just horny.
Mac’s hand absentmindedly moves a little higher up my thigh at the exact time Finn lightly squeezes the back of my neck. My eyes snap towards Ronan, who’s still staring at me like he’s either afraid I’ll disappear or like he wants to devour me—maybe a bit of both. I clench my thighs together underneath my blanket, trying to relieve the pressure, effectively pinching Mac’s hand between them. Slightly turning his head to the side he gives me a cheeky wink before drawing his eyes back to the TV. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Smart-ass. Two can play this game. Let’s see who will cave first, shall we?
Throwing my blanket off me, I hop off the couch at lightning speed and spin so I’m facing the three of them.
I dramatically point my finger down at Mac, who still has a shit-eating grin. “You. Shirt off.”
Ronan slowly stands from his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Harper, you’re still healing. That’s not—”
“I wasn’t talking to you, sir,” I cut him off and turn to face him. He fights but fails as the corners of his lips turn up. If this were any other time, he would put me in my place so fast my head would spin—before fucking me silly, that is. I miss that, and I want it back.
But I know who I’m dealing with here. Finn and Ronan are stone walls of stubbornness. Mac, however, my sweet teddy bear, the one who will give me exactly what I want without even having to ask, I can break him. I know it.
Ronan sweeps his hand out dramatically, gesturing for me to continue. Turning back to Mac, I cock a hip, put my hands on my waist, and puff out my chest, thoroughly aware of my nipples poking through the cotton shirt. I watch Mac’s eyes land on my chest before quickly darting back to my face.
Atta girl, Harp.
“As much as I love the bad boy hair and the nose ring, you’re starting to look like Pete Wentz circa 2005.” Finn snorts a laugh before he has a chance to cover it up. “It’s not a good look, Honey. Time for a haircut.”
Mac mimics his brother and crosses his arms over his broad chest, his biceps bulging against his black T-shirt. “And who’s going to give me said haircut?”
“Me, duh.” I hold my hand out for him to take, urging him off the couch. He takes it but doesn’t use any of my body weight to lift his massive frame. Once he’s standing in front of me, I gently pat the center of his chest and stand on my tiptoes to kiss the side of his face. “Now, take your shirt off and sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen.”
He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “Yes, ma’am.”
As he’s about to walk away, I give him a firm pat on the ass. “Good boy.”
His head whips around so fast I’m sure he pulled a muscle. His eyes are wide and dark, and his breathing has stilled. A lust-filled moment passes between us before he shakes his head and walks toward the kitchen, ripping his shirt off and throwing it on the floor on his way.
Hmmm, interesting. Filing that away for later.
Looking between Ronan and Finn, I ask, “Clippers and scissors?”
“There’s some under my bathroom sink,” answers Finn. “Left side, in the drawer between the one with the extra toothbrushes and the one with your hair ties and clips.” I smile at the fact that he knew exactly where they were and went out of his way to keep some of my things in his bathroom.
Making my way to him, I softly kiss his lips. “Thank you, Love.”
Before I can walk away, he stands and grabs my wrist. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, Angel.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His mouth may display a smile, but his narrowed eyes tell me he’s serious as he whispers, “Just be careful.”
He lets go, and as I move toward the hall, I hear him tell Ronan, “Might as well grab ourselves a drink and get comfortable. This is about to be quite a show.”
“What do you mean?” Ronan asks, but I don’t stop to hear Finn’s answer or what I’m sure will be a lecture from the boss man.
