“Nice ass.” It’s got to be one of the sisters. Or it could be Sonia.
“Get out!” Colette yells. “Please?” Her voice weakens.
“Right.” It’s Steve’s voice. “Come on. Let’s give them some privacy.”
When I hear the door click shut, I quickly move off. Her hands are covering her face, and her chest is vibrating. Is she laughing?
I hope she’s laughing.
Reaching out, I pull her hands away and see that no, she’s not laughing. “Honey.”
Tears are rolling down her face. Sniffling, she says, “I had no idea they were coming over.”
I believe her.
She glances at her bedside clock. “It’s 8:00 in the flipping morning.”
“Trying to surprise you.” I’m guessing. “Your mom said ‘Sunday Brunchday.’”
“I—I can’t go out there.” She’s sitting up, looking around. Reaching out, I grab her bra and the tank we just discarded.
“I’ll go.” They saw my ass and probably more, but I don’t give a shit. My woman is embarrassed. No need to force her to face them just yet.
“You will go out there?” she says with a sniffle. “I’ll be out in a second. Let me get some clothes on.”
“Sure.” Dressing quickly, I open the door to her bedroom. Stepping out, I look back and see she’s crawled beneath the covers, leaving only her eyes and the top of her head above them.
In the living room, I see Sonia, Connie, and Carla. Clattering draws my attention to the kitchen, so I step around the wall and see Candy setting out platters of fruit and other shit. “Where’s Steve?” I ask to no one in particular.
“In the car.” I turn to Carla for more. “He thinks we should leave.”
I agree.
“No,” Candy says, coming around the corner. “We aren’t leaving until she talks to us.”
I’m easygoing, ordinarily. I mean, I supervise a crew of twenty-plus guys. I’ve got to keep my cool because there’s always someone busting my chops. But this shit, right here, is pissing me off especially now that they’ve all seen her naked with my dick inside of her. Well, almost inside.
Turning to the one with the biggest mouth, I say, “No. You don’t get to make demands. Not this time. You fucked up.” I point at Candy. “You overstepped.”
“Oh. You’re fucking my sister, so now you get to tell me—”
“I’m her boyfriend. This is her home. Yes. I get to tell you you’ve overstepped. It’s time for you to go.”
Shockingly, Candy says nothing. She crosses hers arms and juts out her hip in a defensive stance. She doesn’t keep her mouth shut for long, though. “You’ve known her all of five minutes and you think you can just tellmewhat to do?”
“Yes.”
She turns to face her sisters. “Are you listening to this?”
The remaining three Munsel women nod but say nothing.
“So, now that we aren’t falling for her pathetic ‘poor Colette’ bullshit, she’s gotyouto take our place?”
Is she for real?
Now. I’mreallypissed.
Holding up one finger—not the middle one like I’d prefer—I start the list. “One. You barge into her home on a Sunday morning. Step into her private space and embarrass the fuck out of her.” I hold up a second finger. “Two. You broke into her home the last time and bitched her out for attempting to work through some pretty serious information about her parents.” Finger three goes up. “You continue to disrespect her and me by behaving in this manner.” I point to the door. “You should’ve called.”
