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“I can tell.” He waggled his eyebrows, clearly taking in my flushed and naked chest. This was the most playful and smug I’d seen him.
“Yes, well, at least we locked the door,” I countered. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I’m naked and would really appreciate it if you could either leave, pass me something to cover up with, or close your eyes so I canreturn to Seb.”
Lyric looked like the cat who got the cream as he tapped at his chin in thought. “What if I don’t want to close my eyes,’ he added, playfully.
I knew Lyric was stirring, but if Seb heard him say that, Lyric would probably be fighting off his fists.
As soon as I thought it, Seb’s large frame came into view behind Lyric, covered in a checkered dressing gown, and scowled.
“Lyric,” Seb rumbled his name in warning, causing Lyric to jump.
“Shit! You move quietly for such a big guy,” he muttered and took a few steps away from Seb. But that meant he moved closer to me, which made me nervous. Not because he would do anything, but because I was naked.
“I was just teasing,” Lyric said, cautiously, rolling his eyes. “Come on, you know Indy’s hot, but I’d never do anything to make either of you uncomfortable intentionally.” Lyric held his hands up in the universal sign of surrender.
I watched as Seb’s jaw clenched, and he sneered menacingly at Lyric’s words.
“Seb, it’s fine,” I implored him to look at me. He did.
“It was my fault for running around naked. I should put some clothes on.” I breathed in all the confidence I could muster and continued, “If one of you could grab me some clothes, I’d appreciate it. I’m getting cold.” Seb went to move, but Lyric beat him to it and ran from the room, shouting, “Let me.”
Seb made his way to me, slowly. I shook my head at my protective giant. “You should be using your cane,especially with that muscle twitching,” I said with all the admonishment I could muster as I smacked his chest.
He grumbled and came to stand behind me, undoing his dressing gown and pulling me to him so he could wrap it around my front. All Lyric would be able to see now was my head.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, voice husky. “No one sees you naked, except me.” He bit at my throat, marking me, and eliciting a moan from me as he held me possessively against his chest.
I loved the feeling of being in his arms, surrounded by his scent. His possessiveness did weird things to my insides, and my cock twitched even though Lyric would burst back in any moment.
As if my thoughts conjured him, he came in carrying a pile of my clothes and a large towel. “I didn’t know which you’d prefer, and I wasn’t going to fish around for your underwear. So, it’s either sweats or a towel.”
“Towel, please. Thanks, Lyric.” I went to reach my hand out for the towel when Seb growled and held me tighter to him.
“Just put it on the counter and leave.” His voice was much lower than usual. Lyric must have known not to push as he did as Seb asked.
“I’ll just be upstairs,” he said and hurried off.
“You scared him.” I smacked his chest again.
“Good,” he grunted, waiting to be sure Lyric had left before grabbing the towel and wrapping it around me.He shuffled me protectively back to the bedroom and closed and locked the door.
I dropped the towel once we were alone and nudged Seb to sit on the bed so I could climb into his lap and kiss the fuck out of him.
Chapter 41
Seb
Idon’t know what had come over me.
When I’d heard Lyric taunting Indy and joking about seeing him naked, I saw red. If it wasn’t for the pleading and somewhat panicked look in Indy’s eyes, I would have thumped Lyric, brother or not.
I had no idea I had such a possessive side. I’d basically growled like a caveman and claimed Indy as mine.
Hewasmine.
The possessive beast inside me calmed as soon as he was in my arms again.
Once I settled and we were safely ensconced in the bedroom, I breathed a sigh of relief.
