Page 8 of Their Little Helper

I wasn’t going to ask that.

Thankfully I didn’t seem to have to do anything because Dally turned and glared at the man who’d been watching me across the room. “Finders keepers. You snooze. You lose. I licked it so he’s mine. Clear enough for you? Any other questions?”

Huh?

Me?

I was it?

Suit guy hadn’t been looking at the painting behind me?

There hadn’t been something in his eye?

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response, but don’t lick him. And he’s a him not an it. He’s not a fucking popsicle. He’s a very nice man who needs a Dom to take things slowly.” The Dom who’d smiled and nodded at me earlier glared at Dally. “He doesn’t need a drama queen to grind on him in public.”

I didn’t?

Wait.

What did he think I needed?

Oh wow. He knew I wasn’t a Dom too.

“I don’t think you understand the concept ofI’ve licked it so it’s mine. And that’s the phrase smartie pants.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Dally looked every inch my Daddy…and Daddy wasn’t happy that someone else was trying to lick me to? “Possession is nine-tenths the law in case you’ve forgotten.”

“You sitting on his lap doesn’t make him yours. And that’s not how the law works.” Angry Dom looked like he wanted to go for Dally’s throat, but my body and my brain didn’t know how to respond to that appropriately. Everything was incredibly confusing and I was positive I wasn’t supposed to be hard but I was. “It makes you a pain in the ass.”

“So?” Dally cocked his head. “They’re not mutually exclusive. Both of those things can be true at the same time.”

He had the most interesting responses but I was pretty sure it was going to be what got him strangled.

Ugh.

Still hot.

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SANTOS

Strangling him would be too easy but it would shut him up.

“He’s been slowly getting used to everyone and is still sorting out what he’s looking for.” It was so obvious I wanted to shake the annoying smart-ass. “You can’t just plop down on his lap and claim him. I saw him first and I was being fucking patient.”

That was the last time I took advice from anyone else…I should’ve known going after what I wanted was the best plan. It was always the best plan and other people were just out to drive me batshit crazy.

“But I did.” The annoying man with the stupid nickname smirked at me. “And I can. So he’s mine. I think we’re back to the ‘you snooze, you lose’ part.”

All I had to do was make sure it was a jury of Dally’s peers and they’d know how annoying he was. They’d never convict me just on principle. Justifiable homicide. I could make a good case for it.

“He’s not a fucking dessert. He’s a worried sub who’s trying to figure out his place in this stupid group.” They all drove me mad.“Being patient and letting him sort through his feelings was me being nice.”

Fuck that shit.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

They really did come in last.

“I can be nice and make sure I get what I want.” Dally’s head bobbed as he fucked with me in a singsong voice. “Just because you can’t doesn’t make it my problem.”

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