“Yes, Daddy,” I say sweetly.
“Fuck,” he chuckles, pulling me close for a brief, hard kiss. “My brothers are being patient.” He takes my hand and pulls.
“They won’t be mad, will they?” I ask, and he stops to face me.
“Never. Each of us will need time to be alone with you. Don’t ever feel guilty about it,” he says firmly, and I nod.
“You guys have said it before, but I guess it’s going to take more time to realize it.” We resume walking.
“We’ll just have to keep reassuring you.”
I won’t complain about their methods. We walk the rest of the way in silence. I feel closer to him. I’m beginning to understand him. Each of them is very different, but satisfies me in various ways. Looking around, the sunset shining through the trees, and I feel at peace. I could live here forever. I could become a jaguar. Seeing him in his animal form wasn’t scary, but fascinating.
“Butterfly?” Bane stops on the porch.
“Yeah?”
“I won’t let you go,” he says.
“I know.” I tilt my head. “I don’t want you to.”
“Good.”
He opens the door and puts his hand on my back, guiding me in first. The kitchen is clean, and Remy is folding a towel over the oven door. Lawson is sitting at the table, but he seems anxious.
“Bane, Heath called,” Hunter says as he comes out of the living room.
“What’s going on?” Bane shuts the door and crosses his arms.
“He needs to speak with us.” Hunter looks at me. “In person.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I chime in. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed early.” I’m curious, but I won’t push them to tell me why.
“Remy is going to stay,” Hunter says.
“I love showers,” Remy says, leaning against the counter, smirking.
“I bet,” I say.
“We won’t be long.” Hunter kisses me quickly.
“Sunshine,” Lawson mumbles, walking toward me. His eyes are troubled again. He leans down and hugs me tightly. “Don’t be alarmed if someone crawls into your bed.”
“I won’t,” I laugh, and he pushes me back.
“Let’s do this,” he says, and walks out the door. Hunter follows him.
“Be good,” Bane says, and slaps my ass.
“Hey,” I cry. He grins and leaves. I stare at the door, frowning.
“So,” Remy sings, and I look at him. “What about that shower?”
Unfortunately, there was no shower-watching. Remy had to take a call from his restaurant, and I left him pacing on the porch, his voice annoyed. The thought of him watching me clean myself is interesting. I already know he likes to watch, but I want to explore more with him. As I leave the bathroom, rubbing a towel over my head, my phone hums with a text. I don’t hear Remy in the house, so I move to the bed where I left it.
Rylee messaged me while I was in the bathroom.
I drop the towel and sit on the bed.
