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A deep “hmm” passed between Ares’s lips. He opened the door, telling my brother it was cool. Warm air touched my cheeks when Ares allowed my brother and me into his space, and immediately the spicy notes of fall and pumpkin spice hit my lungs. The foyer had been decorated with a fall theme, and the place felt homey right away. It was like a family lived here and not an angsty teen who had nothing but raging parties.
“Everyone is in the living room,” Ares stated, eyeing me again. I didn’t know his deal, but I didn’t care enough to ask him about it. “We already ordered the pizzas. Got a bunch of options. The delivery guy said about a half hour.”
“Cool.” My brother had his hands in his pockets. Ares immediately started walking us through his large home, and Bru caught up. “Eh, Wolf. Your parents going to be around? Haven’t met them. Just wondering.”
I’d met his mom but not his dad, curious too.
Ares angled around. “No. Mom’s been working late since she’s got her two gigs.” For some reason, that warranted another appraisal like that was my fault. He faced my brother. “Dad’s been hanging there with her at night. Brings her dinner, and they spend time together.”
Well, that was ridiculously sweet and nothing this guy would ever do. His parents seemed, well, normal.
With that, Ares brought us into his living room, and the place looked quite different without a bunch of partygoers. Bow, Dorian, and the gang were all in there, but people weren’t lining the walls like they’d been. Just Ares’s couches.
With the appearance of my brother and me, Bow bounced off the couch. She immediately hugged me in a squeeze. “Saved you a seat.”
She’d been sitting near Dorian on the biggest couch, and the dark prince grinned from his seat next to Thatcher.
Dorian looked delicious, of course, his T-shirt tight across his broad chest, and whenever he wore jeans, I paid attention probably more than I should. He slapped Thatcher’s chest. “She’s eye-fucking me again, bro. What do I do?”
Fucking bastard.
I started to pivot around, but he grabbed me and tugged me onto his lap. He got a hand full of my ass and caused the rest of the room to groan. Especially my brother.
“This going to be a thing all night, you think?” Bru tossed the words at Thatcher, but he smiled.
Still, he was being an asshole. I flipped him off, and he passed that off to slap Thatcher’s hand.
Thatcher snapped after. “Well, considering my boy is in love… I’d say that’s a given.”
My heart stopped, and Dorian sneered in his direction.
Thatcher raised his hands. “Please, bro. You didn’t even have to tell us.”
“It’s so goddamn obvious.” Wells stated this from his seat on the only other couch in the room. He lounged on it, his leg over one of the arms. He had his thumbs speed-typing across his phone and hadn’t even looked up. “Like ridiculously obvious.”
I nearly fell off Dorian’s lap when he shot a pillow at Wells so hard the guy fell to his ass on the floor. He like legit rolled off the couch, his phone flying. Dorian had apparently put some oomph into it, and Thatcher exploded in so much laughter he almost fell off the couch. Dorian directed a finger at Wells. “You shut the fuck up, or I’ll make you shut the fuck up.”
“Jesus, bro. I was just messing with you.” Wells rubbed his bottle-blond locks, his grin wiry. He got back on the couch. “I mean, this is only love in your direction.”
“Yeah.” Dorian growled it before his arms cradled me back into him. He glanced my way. “Sorry.”
Both his look and tone were apologetic, and I hated that. I hated that he felt sorry. Even if he hadn’t been talking to his friends about us.
I said nothing, and at this point, the room had settled enough where no objects were being thrown about. Bow sat at my side, but before Ares took a seat himself, he stood in front of the room. He clasped long fingers on his big arms. “And with that, we got some fucking rules tonight.” He directed a look at Thatcher and Wells. “Especially with you two fuckers.”
Thatcher and Wells exchanged a glance, and Ares snarled.
“The last time we got together, shit got crazy, and I’m not trying to clean up after you fools.” Ares ticked a finger. “So rule number one is you eat off anything, you fucking clean it.”
Wells snorted. “Well, that means Thatcher will be in the kitchen all fucking night.”
Picking up Dorian’s discarded pillow, Thatcher shot it at Wells, but Wells was quicker this time. He caught it, then reached over and slammed it on Thatcher’s head. Thatcher firmly lost his shit, and the only thing keeping him from retaliating was Ares’s bark at the front of the room.
Ares glared at the two. “Rule number two is no one outside of this room is coming in this house. Which means no calling fuck buddies over.”
Thatcher kicked his boot at Wells. “Wells, you better take your ass home, brother. We know he’s talking about you.”
Wells clicked his tongue. “The fuck ever and don’t get jealous because my fuck buddy pool is a ten when yours is like a five—at best.”
