Page 12 of If You Were Mine
“Why did you have to make it weird?” Blakely said as she walked into the room. She ran her hand through my hair and rolled her eyes. “But I’m not going to marry you. Aston’s possessive.”
I could practically feel the heated rage radiating off my mother as she moved forward. “I don’t understand you. Either of you. And then you just bring up Ford and his lifestyle.”
“Get out,” Blakely said, her voice sickly sweet. “Get out of my home. You’re not welcome here. Not if you’re going to talk about our family that way.”
My hands fisted at my sides. As much as I wanted to handle this myself, if I stepped in front of Blakely like I wanted to, my sister-in-law would kick my ass. I’d throw my mom out if my body had the energy, but I wasn’t about to step on Blakely’s toes.
“This is my son’s home. You just latch onto him.”
“You’re right. I think I really latched onto him when I learned how to give that perfect blowjob. It’s all about learning how to swallow and hollow your cheeks.”
I threw my head back and laughed, ignoring the pain in my side. The scars of the burns on my side ached, but after a year now, they were healing up well enough.
My mother looked as if she was ready to strangle Blakely, but I knew for a fact that Blakely could take her. Instead my mom picked up her purse and stomped out of the room.
“I cannot believe I just said that to your mother,” she said as she put her face in her hands. “I don’t think I’ve ever said anything like that in my life.”
“I love you more than you know. And I realize that a triad relationship really isn’t what you’re looking for, but if you ever leave Aston, I’m all yours.”
She shoved gently at my shoulder, and then took a step back, eyes wide. “Did I hurt you?”
I sighed, shaking my head. And just like that, reality was back. “No. You didn’t. Promise. I didn’t feel a twinge that time.”
“I just want you to be okay, Dorian.” Her eyes began to fill, and I cursed. I gripped the edge of the chair and forced myself to stand, ignoring the twinge. When I wrapped my arms around Blakely, she settled into me, but didn’t hug me back.
“The burns won’t get any worse if you hug me you know.”
“You just have to tell me if it’s too much,” she whispered. And then she wrapped her arms around my waist, settling her cheek on my chest.
I sighed. “Thanks for standing up for me.”
“I was mostly standing up for Ford,” she mumbled.
I chuckled, resting my cheek on the top of her head. “I don’t know why my mother’s getting worse day by day, but I’m sorry she was here at all.”
“She’s your mother. She should have a right to see you.”
“No. She shouldn’t.”
“Is there something I should know?” Aston asked dryly.
I looked over at my suave older brother as he strolled into the upstairs parlor where we all stood. His hair was a bit longer than usual, and it looked like he had finger combed it back numerous times during the day. He had undone his tie, his suit jacket long gone, and while he raised a brow at me, he truly only had eyes for his wife.
Fricking newlyweds.
Right after I had gotten out of the hospital, I could have stayed with any one of my family members. Even Hudson offered to take me in. My brother was enough of a recluse that he didn’t like anybody near him, but his words hadn’t been a surprise. He was a good man who’d seen shit no one wanted to deal with. Even Kyler, the brother I barely knew and was currently out on a world tour since he was a damn rockstar, had offered to stay home and help me.
The siblings I hadn’t grown up with had each opened their homes for me, and I hadn’t been able to say yes.
Instead, I had stayed with my older brother, because sometimes you just needed the one you knew who could take your attitude. Or maybe I was just the little boy again, looking up to the one person who had been able to see through my lies to myself.
“I’m trying to steal her away, but she won’t have me.”
Aston shook his head and tugged Blakely to him. She freely went, and I didn’t try to hold her back. Mostly because I’d hurt myself if I did. From the way Aston was looking at me, I had a feeling he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Mine,” Aston bit out slowly.
“I do love being fought over like a dog toy,” Blakely added dryly.
