Ugh, some girl had to put up with both of them. Poor thing. I could just imagine the shit she’d have to go through. Reese would flash his charming smile while Devlin made some asshole demand like be nice or else… Hang on…
My thoughts fled as my body started to drop. I could feel the weight of my limbs pulling me down to the earth, which didn’t make sense. Why would I be dropping? The wind didn’t have weight. Unless… I wasn’t the wind.
“I don’t know what your problem is,.” Reese said causing a wave of warm air to brush across my face. “Look at her. She’s gorgeous.”
My body touched down on something solid and unforgiving. A second later, coolness seeped into my bones. I grumbled and shifted to find a warm spot, but I could barely move. Why couldn’t I move, and what was I lying on?
I could feel the texture. Whatever I was on was grainy and rough. Stone, maybe? That couldn’t be right. Why would I dream about something like this? Not to mention include three of the people I hated? I’d had some strange dreams in my time. Once I was a frog, and in another, I was queen of the Underworld, but this was just weird.
What the hell did I watch before I went to sleep?
When I felt a warm palm smooth down the side of my body, my first instinct was to open my eyes. But my lids were so heavy it was almost impossible to make them move. That struggle quickly turned into a fight. I focused on my uncooperative eyes while grumbling and pushing the hand away from me.
I was so focused on my current task that I barely heard Devlin speak. “I thought you said you had control?”
“I thought I did,” Reese responded.
A huffed-out snort vibrated through my nose. Their arrogance wasn’t even watered down in my subconscious. Despite the fact that the simple task of opening my eyes continued to elude me, there was only one person who had control here. Me. This was my dream, damnit! I would do what I wanted with my body.
Determination rolled through me, pushing the weight off my lids, and when I finally fluttered my lashes open, I saw four eyes staring down at me. Two green orbs twinkling with curiosity and two dark as the night sky above.
Devlin didn’t appear as amused as Reese. He waved his hand over my body and barked, “Does that look like control to you?”
It was a lot easier to make my mouth move than it was to open my eyes. “Fuck you and your control.”
The scowl on Devlin’s face deepened, and he pressed his lips together.
Reese let out a chuckle. “I like her.”
Devlin was not impressed by his friend’s statement. “You like anything with a pussy.”
“At least I have something useful.” What good was a dick? Technically, we didn’t even need it to have kids. Just a few good sperm and bam, life was created.
“You only have one use, Bréagán.” Devlin snorted and rolled his eyes. “And I doubt you’re even good at that.”
“I’ve never had any complaints.” Not that I had a ton of guys to reference. Just the one. And I just sucked on it a bit. But the fact that he came so quickly had to count for something.
Apparently, Devlin didn’t agree. A shadow fell over his face, darkening it so much that the golden flecks in his eyes stopped twinkling. But it was the tone in Reese’s voice that sent a chill up my spine.
“And who exactly would complain?”
I wanted to throw a snarky comment at him so badly that I could taste the words on the tip of my tongue. But the second my eyes met his, I forgot what I was going to say. Reese looked like he was ready to murder someone. It was such a stark contrast to the first time I met him. Instead of being flirty and charming, he was kind of scary.
Devlin’s brow arched. “He asked you a question.”
“Well, I’m not going to answer the question.” My personal life was none of their business.
“That’s okay, sweet thing, you don’t need to.” A mischievous curl tugged on the corner of Reese’s mouth as he leaned over me and cupped my face.
If I could tear my face out of his grip, I would’ve. It was creepy laying there with his palms on my cheeks while he stared into my eyes like he could see my soul. And to top it all off, Devlin shot me a smug grin.
I didn’t know what he was so happy about. What exactly was this going to accomplish? Nothing, that’s what. Reese wasn’t a mind reader.
“Scotty Dalton.”
What? How did he know that?
“Poor shmuck didn’t last more than ten seconds in your pretty little mouth.”
