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As a whole, almost as if we were connected on some weird level, the three of us looked up to the back porch and I groaned loudly. The urge to shove my face in Addison's neck and hide from the whole thing was way harder than I would have liked to admit aloud.
It was way worse than I ever could have imagined.
Rain stood up there with a face full of thunder and rage. His arms were crossed over his chest and his whole body twitched as if he were seconds away from exploding into action so he could leap over the railing and come down here and beat the life out of my Salt and Pepper twins.
Not good. Oh boy, was this not good.
And it got much, much worse.
Quinton stepped up beside Rain. He leaned forward and dropped his forearms down onto the porch railing. His eyes never left me, and I was glad my half naked body was covered by the half naked bodies of my twins. I certainly did not want to feel more exposed than I already felt, and Quinton was watching me like a predator watched their prey before they attacked and made their move.
Marcus Cole stood on the other side of Rain. He didn't look angry like my father or deranged like Quinton. But he did look slightly confused and somewhat disappointed. That last one killed me, because he wasn't my father, but there'd been a time when I'd wanted him to be, and he was still very much family to me. He always would be. But what's more is I didn't feel he had a right to be disappointed in me. Not when I'd come home from school to him boning Vivian on the dining room table. I'd never forget the sight nor the sounds of that particular memory. He had no right to look at me in such a way. No right whatsoever.
I don't know when or how, but somewhere along the line a tiny plume of resentment had started to form inside me toward Marcus Cole. I had a feeling it had something to do withmydisappointment inhim,and that hurt my heart to admit even to myself.
I loved him, truly, I did. And this was a surprise to me as well. But I couldn't help the way I felt any more than he could, so here we were, both of us looking at each other with disappointment in our eyes.
"It's the middle of the day, Ariel," Marcus chided in his best parental voice. "For goodness’ sake, anyone can see you out here. What do you think you're doing, and with the two of them together? You should show more respect for yourself than this." He very rudely waved his hand down toward where my half naked body was still wrapped up in the twins’.
My cheeks heated as shame and embarrassment threatened to kill me dead on the spot. And I kind of wanted to die. At least at the moment I did.
Rain turned on Marcus and snarled in his face, "Shut the fuck up, Marcus, and do not ever speak to my daughter that way again. I'll kill you if you do. I swear I will."
At the moment, I kind of wanted to kill them both. They were making this whole shitty situation five hundred times more mortifying for me than it had been five minutes ago.
Marcus put his hands on Rain's shoulders and shoved him backwards. Well, he tried to. Rain barely even twitched and Marcus's face morphed into pure, unadulterated rage. A look I had never seen before or expected to see on Marcus Cole's face.
Rain sneered at him, "Please, try me, you pansy ass motherfucker. I dare you to try me. You'll be eating your own teeth if you do. And I've been waiting for my chance to put my fist in your face. You fucking deserve it for not only the way you tried to steal my daughter away from me, but for the way you just spoke to her right now. You owe her an apology, and you damn well know it."
I was glad Rain had found a new—but old—target to direct his anger at, no matter the coward it made me out to be.
While their attention had been diverted away from me, except for Quinton’s of course, I scrambled sideways to grab my shirt off the grass. Screw the bra, there was no time for that. Addison shifted us around so that his back was to the porch and he stood up with me in his arms. I clung to him, our bare chests pressed tightly together so as none of my pink parts—read: my perky nipples—were showing to the men on the porch. Men that now also included both Simon and Trenton.
Addison's hands slid down to my ass. Completely uncaring that my father stood mere feet away and was halfway to a total meltdown that would more than likely end with Marcus Cole's broken and dead body piled up at the bottom of the stairs. Addison held me up against his body with his hands on my ass. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on tight to him with my legs dangling uselessly while he carried me around to the side of the house and out of view from prying eyes. Abel was right on his twin's heels, keeping as much of me hidden from view as he could.
I appreciated the both of them and their protection of my modesty. They didn't give a rat's ass about their own state of undress, just my own nudity. Very sweet of them.
"Thank you," I whispered, as I pressed a kiss against Addison's neck, right below his jawline.
"Don't thank me just yet," he whispered back, as he lowered me down far enough for my feet to touch the grass.
My face came out of his neck and my arms dropped away from his shoulders. I took a step back. Abel stepped up beside his brother. They stood shoulder to shoulder. A wall between myself and anyone else who might have followed us.
Quickly, I slipped my shirt on over my head and shoved my arms through the appropriate holes. I dragged it down and looked down at myself, making sure everything was tucked away and in the correct place.
My nipples showed through the thin material.
Just fuckinggreat.
At least they were no longer bared for the whole world to see. I had to take the bright side when there was one offered up to me.
"That douchebag Marcus is lucky we had a reason to walk away from him," Abel growled dangerously.
Addison nodded in agreement with his twin. "Same here, twin. I wanted to climb up there and beat his face in for trying to make her feel bad about being with the both of us at the same time. How fucking dare he."
They were both boiling with anger and spoiling for a fight. I couldn't blame them, because I was right there with them. Once the embarrassment had faded to the background, all sorts of other not so lovely emotions had started to leak out.
Marcus Cole had tried to slut shame me for being intimate with two of my boyfriends in the privacy of our own backyard.
