“I should have never left,” his voice changes, and he swears, hitting the wall next to him with his fist. The loud thud jolts through me. Over the years, I’ve detected that he does that – like Jackson.
Hell knows why they do it!
He sweeps his hand over his face, his knuckles are bruised and bloody. He meets my gaze and holds. I grab my wine and drink.
“I’m coming back as soon as the plane lands,” he says, sounding strange. Different. I think about his phobia. Is he scared to lose me? My heart jigs and skims over, belly up.
“Damion, I’m fine. Really.”
“Great. I’m not!” I draw in some breath and stare at the screen. He doesn’t move -eyes stark. Expression bare. More wine.
“If it makes you feel better, I don’t think he wanted to hurt me. I kicked him and he reacted.” A low sound of empathy and fury mixes over the phone.
“It doesn’t,” he flares. I toss back an unhealthy long pull from my glass.
“Okay, what if I assure you my brothers are watching over me like hawks?” I look him in the eyes. “And that even if you come back, they won’t let me alone … you would not get near me … Are you getting my drift?” He digs his fingers into his hair, looking as if he’s tense enough to shatter. He swears and sighs.
“Okay. But be safe.” I nod and move to reach the wine bottle on the side of the bath. The water waves, slosh, and splash against the sides of the tub.
“Mel,” the gruff voice flips to a provocative mock. “What are you doing?” And they say women have mood swings.
“I’m taking a bath.” I try to keep myself as celibate as is humanly possible with the carnal fire lusting between my legs. Maybe I hid my head harder than I thought.
“Naked?” Oh, sweet, baby kittens. His bedroom voice urges on the flames.
“That’s how I tend to do it.” This is dangerous ground.
“So you’re wet?” Fuck. This is as good a time to swear as any other.
“Yeah.” In more ways than one. I bite my lower lip, my feelings a whirlpool.
“Maybe I should teach you about phone sex.” I choke on my wine. His laugh fades away and he has a wild gaze that discomposes me. Is he serious?
“You could pleasure yourself, while I talk and watch.” Fucking tease. I put down the wine and my free hand moves to my lower region. I bite my lip as I slip a finger through my fold – just to get the feel of it. I almost scream. Good thing I’m biting that lip.
I smirk secretly, thinking that Damion will make a fortune writing books like ‘Cockiness 101’ or ‘Getting Laid For Dummies’. No, wait, ‘The Smile That Drops Panties’.
“Sorry, the what?” he chuckles softly and I curse my freaking mouth for not using its filter again.
“Nothing, just a book … I … ug.” Ship. Stupid, Mel. My mind races to find an epic comeback, but all I can see are those little fireflies dancing in his eyes. Boy, he for sure has me drugged, even over the phone.
“Sounds like a must-read,” he laughs again and I just shake my head. At least I lightened his mood a little. I rub my little clit.
He looks away and then talks as if he’s in a hurry.
“I’m glad you’re okay. Maybe I’ll take you on a real date when I get back. I have to go, Logan’s coming. Bye, my angel. See you soon.”
“Uh, wait hold on …. what?” But he dropped the line already and I can just stare at the phone. Shoot, a date with Damion. That can’t be good.
My finger flickers over my swollen bud until my body contracts and I cum with a loud groan. That was not bad. Better than any of the other times before.
When I eventually drag my sorry ass out of the bath and back to the kitchen, burgers, and fries are waiting for me on the counter. My tummy applauds.
“So, tell us about Harry,” Ilkay falls with the bus into the house.
“He’s around Uncle John’s age and has a lot of scars, like all over his body,” I start, and then I tell them between bites that Harry wants revenge and that he didn’t kill our grandfather. And I also mention the son who’s in love with me … and the offended daughter.
“That sucks, bro,” Jackson whips, “You’re losing your touch and I get stabbed.”
“You’re a fucking ass,” Enrique pulls a disgusted face. “I remember that girl,” he says, “She followed me like a fucking lost puppy.” He ponders a bit. “Lucy. I remember I called her Lucy Goosey.”
“Yeah,” Ilkay says, “I remember now. Annoying little thing.”
“Can you remember anything else that might help us find them?” Jackson asks.
And yes! Something strikes me! I drop the fry in my hand and stare at the foursome.
“Can I use one of you for a moment?” I ask in my sweetest voice. Their eyes pull up into question marks, and they don’t look too eager to participate in anything I have planned.
Okay, so over the years my experiments didn’t exactly always pan out as expected, and usually, the boys ended up in pain … or even in hospital. I pick the right brother for the job – since he almost caught me at Damion’s house, it’s like justice or something.
“Enrique, please, it’s important. All you have to do is stand here and close your eyes for a moment, that’s all, I promise.” I know he won’t refuse, they’re all addicted to the rush of adrenaline. I don’t have to do this … but oh my slippery snakes, I want to.
Enrique gets up and stands in front of me. He gives me a suspicious look before closing his eyes. I take a deep breath, and then my knee moves up, hitting his testicles.
“Ooh!” the leftover trio shouts simultaneously – hands moving to their sweet spots.
Enrique’s eyes shoot open layered with pain, his face red and he grabs his manhood with his hands rolling into a ball on the ground, groaning … hard.
“What the fuck Mel, he’s going to kill you!” Ilkay complains and I roll my eyes at his stupidity.
“Duh.” I know I’m dead. I can just hope it’s quick … or painless. Preferably both.
“Sorry bro, I just needed to see what your reaction was.” I pat Enrique on his shoulder, hoping he’ll remember this sweet gesture later when he plans his revenge.
“You could have asked.” Enrique whimpers eyes rolling to the back.
“But where’s the fun in that?” I say pulling up my shoulders. Jackson, Axel, and Ilkay look at me as if I’ve just gone mad-cow crazy. Even Kiara is shocked, standing there like a Kewpie doll.