Page 67 of Living Without

She shrugged. “I’ll work out how to get what I want one day.” She glanced to the side and then back. “Though, you in my arms, I guess I’m already getting what I want.”

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I bit out roughly.

Melissa started laughing in the hall. “You can’t be serious.”

“Yes,” Dallas snarled.

“Well, I don’t want you.”

“Bull-fuckin’-shit. What was with all the flirtin’?”

“I liked teasing you. It made my day fun.”

Dallas groaned, and I knew he’d be running a hand over his face.

“I’m here to say goodbye to Nary, Low, Mena, and Josie. Then I’m going.”

“You ain’t,” Dallas clipped in a warning tone.

“I am,” Melissa snapped.

“You leave, I’ll come after you, and you won’t like it.”

Melissa snorted, and then came a knock on our door. I looked down at myself. “I’m gonna get a shower.”

“Don’t shower on my account,” Melissa yelled through the door. “I like looking.”

“Christ.” I laughed. “She really is the female version of Julian.”

“Tiny lady,” Dallas warned.

“You still here, Viking man?”

“Right, I’ll lay it out for you. I claimed you, you’re mine and I’m yours. While that happens, you don’t fuckin’ flirt with another brother or any man at all. If you do, you pay for it, and if they try anything, I will fuckin’ stab them in the goddamn eye. If you run, I’ll find you, and there will be hell to pay. You hear me, tiny woman?”

“That’s the most I’ve heard Dallas say,” Nary whispered, her eyes wide.

Chuckling, I kissed my woman hard on the lips before steppin’ back to grab some clothes. On the way to the bathroom, I asked, “That kiss, was it good enough to agree to me movin’ in? Not that you have a choice, but I thought I’d ask anyway so you don’t get your panties in a twist.”

She stomped her foot. “Saxon.”

Laughin’ again, I opened the bathroom door and shut it behind me. On the other side, I heard Nary open the bedroom door, and then Melissa say, “Men, they’re all the same possessive butt-munchers.”

“Ah, hi, Dallas,” Nary said.

“Nary,” Dallas bit out, and then there was a loud smack.

“Hey,” Melissa yelled.

“That ain’t gonna be the last time you’ll feel my palm if you don’t listen and heel, tiny woman.” The door was slammed closed. No doubt Dallas had gripped the handle and pulled it shut before he stalked off down the hall.

Crap, I realised my mistake. I shoulda showered in another room so I didn’t hear the goddamn girl talk. Quickly, I threw on my tee and yanked the door open to the room and then froze when I heard from Melissa, “Well, shit, that man made me wetter than a dish rag.”

“Fuck.” I groaned. Stalking to my woman, I kissed her swiftly before I kept on walking to the bedroom door. “Don’t wanna hear that sorta shit. I’m headin’ to another room to shower.”

Nary’s hand covered her mouth to at least try to stifle her laugh. When she nodded, I was outta there.

“Wait!” Melissa yelled. “I could use some sex advice.”

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