Page 139 of Lilah
"Did I pull too hard?" I question.
"No baby doll, you pulled just right," he answers and my eyebrows raise.
"You're a piece of shit," Grey sneers.
"Grey, you're missing out man," he says, "it feels really good."
"I'm getting horny," he adds at the end and Grey shoots up from his seat.
"Protect me tiny woman," Sanfred shrinks back into the couch.
"You're done," Grey's voice announces darkly. He grabs Sanfred's shirt and he lifts him off the ground. He pushes him in the direction of the chair he was sitting in.
"I was kidding!"
"I don't give a fuck," Grey glares back at him.
I keep my glare on Grey as I take the hair tie out the very bottom of my braid.
Ooh, I'm mad.
I truly don't think Grey understands how hard it will be to braid myownhair whileteachingsomeone how. It's not that simple.
His eyes take on a horny essence as I unbraid my hair.
Why is everyone horny?
Over the next hour and a half, I show Lincoln the braiding ways, demonstrating on my own and explaining thoroughly.
And glaring at Grey.
And now, as I sit in front of Lincoln as he braids my hair, Grey watches the man behind me's movements.
I hiss softly when my hair gets tangled in Linc's fingers. Bear lifts his head from my lap and looks back at Lincoln.
"Easy motherfucker," Grey scowls.
"It's okay, Linc," I assure him. Two or three times Lincoln practices on my hair before he figures we should call it a day.
I'm not sure how his arms haven't fallen off. The three guys pile out at about five in the afternoon.
"Have a good night baby doll."
"I'll see you later Azalea."
"Thank you for the help, Azalea," Linc smiles before leaving and closing the door after him. Grey brushes my now wavy and pretty frizzy hair away from my neck before bending and placing soft kisses under my ear. Bear sits his butt on my feet. I love this dog.
I lean back into the world's most jealous person and his hand slips under the front of my shirt.
"We're getting pizza," he pulls away gruffly and I groan.
"I'm not even hungry," I cross my arms and his eyes fall to my chesticles.
"Not the time to look at my goodies," I inform him.
"Lincoln got to," he grumbles unhappily and I hold my heart.
"What are you talking about?"
