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"Uh, yeah," Damien shot back immediately. "Wake the fuck up, man. I'll always side with her." He jerked his chin in Tyson's direction. "And I’m not the only one."
Oh boy.
Didn't that just fill me with happiness and dread all at the same time.
I did not want to be the thing that came between an uncle and his nephew. Further, it made me uncomfortable to think of Tyson always picking me before Quinton. Why hadn't I thought of it like that until now?
Not good.
Not good at all.
I stepped around Tyson and blew a kiss at Damien. He preened as he plucked the kiss out of the air and clutched it to his chest. "Do you have any more of that you want to give me?" he asked, taking his own life in his hands.
I smiled at him and it stretched so wide my cheeks immediately hurt. "Absolutely."
Without hesitation, he pushed up from his stool and headed directly for me. He pushed his way through Trenton and Simon, shot Quinton a dirty look, and elbowed his way around Tyson. I thought that last part to be a bit rude, but I wasn't going to scold him for it in front of everyone else when he was one of the few on my side and willing to stand up for me.
Damien wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled my body flush into his side. My front connected with his side and in order to keep the breath in my lungs from escaping in a rush my hands went to his front and back where I gripped his shirt tightly in an effort to ease my landing. I didn't let go after making contact, and he didn't let go of me either. He shoved his face in mine, stopping mere inches from our foreheads touching, and he smiled flat out. His eyes even twinkled in what I thought of as delight.
I realized in that moment I absolutely was not the only one who enjoyed handing the shit Quinton dished out on the regular right back at him. I was simply the only one who got away with it. Therefore, the others rarely tried unless they knew it'd be worth it.
Damien tipped his head forward and sweetly rubbed his nose against mine, melting my insides.
"You smell like you might need a shower," he whispered to me. "Please tell me you'd like assistance with that. I'm happy to wash your back for you. And anything else you might need ahand with."
Oh dear.
I pulled my face away from his, leaned back, removed my hand away from his back, and covered my mouth with it. I giggled into my hand and I imagined my eyes twinkled right back into his. I didn't even mind that he'd called me out for not smelling like daisies. Tyson hadn't minded, but we'd smelled a whole lot like each other, so maybe he hadn't even noticed.
"She doesn't need your fucking help," Rain snapped harshly. "Ariel, go upstairs and take a shower. Alone. The rest of you, stay the fuck away from my daughter."
I tore my eyes away from Damien's to scowl at Rain. He missed my look because he was too busy scowling himself. At Quinton, of all people.
And I suddenly wanted to laugh again.
I did no such thing. Now was not the time to poke the bear.
"And you," Rain snarled. "Stop acting like her fucking warden. That's my job, asshole. Newsflash, you're not her dad, you’re her fucking boyfriend. Try acting a lot less like a controlling one before you find yourself kicked to the curb like yesterday's garbage and not even because she's the one who kicked your ass there, but because I did. Jesus Christ. It's a privilege to date my daughter and you damn well better start acting like it."
Theor elsewas implied at the end.
From the couch, one of the twins snorted and the other one burst into loud, obnoxious laughter.
Dear God.
Quinton looked like he might murder us all with his bare hands.
Now I wanted to laugh even more than I had two minutes ago.
"Yes, Rain," Abel cheered loudly. "You tell him what's up."
"We'll hold him down if you want to give him a spanking," Addison shouted across the room. "We can take him. Swear on the full moon, we can take him."
I had a vision in my head of Quinton's pants being pulled down and him being bent over the back of the couch with his bare ass hanging out in the breeze for all to see. Then the twins took turns slapping his ass, each of them getting their own cheek to abuse.
Goodness gracious, great balls of holy fuck. Why did that make me feel so hot on the inside? And why couldn't that shit be real instead of simply fantasy? My heart was breaking by the second knowing that particular dream would never come to life. How depressing.
Every girl had to have dreams and fantasies, right? Lucky for me, I had several boyfriends to choose from and they all played starring roles in mine.
