“I’m serious, Wyatt. Give them back now!”
“Sure thing. Toss them over here. I’ll finish up quick.” The slapping sounds picked up speed. “And hand them back.”
Was he seriously playing dumb right now?
“I know you took them.”
“Took what?”
This mother... “My underwear!”
The sounds he was making made me seriously reconsider whether or not I actually wanted them back. It might be safer to buy new ones.
“Why would I take your panties?”
“I don’t know.” He should be asking himself that question. “You’re the genius who decided to pull a panty raid.”
“Okay, first off, I’m not eleven.”
That was debatable.
“And do you think I’d be using my hand right now if I had a bunch of panties?”
Eww. He did have a point, though. There was a reason I carefully stepped over all the clothes littering his floor. Let’s just say that album I found wasn’t just naked poses. That didn’t mean he wasn’t lying.
“Just give them…” I made the mistake of dropping my hand to glare at him.
I’d never get the image of his arm pumping out of my mind. And because fate really hated me, Devlin chose that moment to come waltzing out of his room.
When he stopped and crossed his arms, there were plenty of ways I could’ve handled the situation. Glare back at him, puff my chest out, or something along those lines. Anything would’ve been better than the guilty way I threw my hand back up to shield my eyes.
He arched a brow and leaned over to peek around me, igniting the slow clap in the back of my mind.
Devlin’s face darkened the instant he saw what his brother was doing. “What the fuck are you doing?”
His eyes met mine, and I started questioning every decision I’d made in my life. If I had taken that piece of candy from the stranger in the park, then maybe I would be in a different place. Somewhere dark and cold, where I wouldn’t have to see the rage tugging on the corner of Devlin’s mouth.
“I asked you a question,Bréagán.”
I opened my mouth to speak, then shut it before anything could come out. This wasn’t an easy situation to explain away. How did one justify standing in a room while someone masturbated? No matter what I said, it would sound wrong.
I just want my panties back?
Something told me that wasn’t going to go over very well. I could try to tell him what his brother did, and I might’ve if Wyatt hadn’t opened his mouth.
“Don’t fault her for enjoying the show.”
Yup, and there’s the final nail in my coffin.
I could literally hear the hammer banging down to seal me in the dark.
The fact that I found myself slammed back against the wall with a hand around my throat didn’t scare me. I kind of expected something like that. The black look on his face, however… that did make me shiver.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slap the shit out of you.”
His large body blocked out the light, causing shadows to dance on the wall behind me as I lifted my chin and looked up. “I’m a girl.”
It was worth a shot.
