Draco hovers beside her, his arms crossed over his expansive chest. “Where is she?”
We both know who the “she” is.
I have to admit he’s freaking hot. Although we live in the same house, I’ve never seen him this close up before. We’re rarely in the same room together, probably because he doesn’t get along with the middle child of the family, aka my baby daddy. I’ve heard them arguing from the safety of the bedroom at least a dozen times.
Though he and Sandman are the same height, he’s more muscular in build and has the most vivid green eyes I’ve ever seen. They almost seem to glow. Even his beard is sexy, and I don’t care too much for beards. He has beautiful hair too. The curly ginger strands are pulled into a top knot on his head. Like his psycho siblings, he has a lot of tattoos.
Most notable is the intricate red dragon tattoo spanning the length of his right arm. How can all three brothers be sexyandcrazy as hell? The red demon, the dark prince, and the stone-cold killer. Actually, where is the dark prince? I haven’t seen him all day. He’s probably off somewhere terrorizing Leah.
“She’s at home, Draco,” she replies, her tone flat and uninterested. “Did you really think she’d come here of all places?”
“Alone?” he presses, stepping closer to her. Depending on the answer, all hell might break loose.
“Yep. Plans to watch movies all day.”
“I’ll take her a plate,” he mumbles, more to himself than anyone else, and turns on his heel.
“I’m taking her one later,” Meela calls after him, but he keeps walking.
“No need.”
See, crazy as hell.
Meela rolls her faux-blue eyes. “How does one become pussy whipped without actually getting the pussy?”
“I suppose the same way someone becomes dick whipped without actually getting the dick,” I counter, fluttering my eyelashes.
She grins, bumping my shoulder with hers. “Touché, bitch.”
“Aren’t you going to warn her?” I ask, watching Draco as he piles food on two paper plates.
“Hell no.”
“That’s not very sisterly.”
She shrugs. “I don’t give a damn. I hope he fucks her until her back gives out. Anyway, he would never hurt her. He worships the ground she walks on.”
“That doesn’t matter if she doesn’t want him.” I’m tired of these fucking men thinking they can have any woman they want.
“Listen, she needs to get fucked and fucked bad. And not just regular fucking either,” she adds, plucking a string bean off my plate and tossing it between her blue-painted lips. “Tulip, the prude, needs the type of fucking that will have her walking bowlegged for a month. I swear, sometimes it’s hard to believe we came from the same penis and vagina.”
“Still, it’s her choice whether—”
Meela holds up an index finger. “Hold that thought, because I know this bitch is not all up on my man.”
I follow her gaze to where Jigsaw sits with a pretty brunette snuggled on his lap. “Meela, don’t do anything crazy. There are children here.”
“Please, these little snots have seen way worse on television.” Meela drops onto her shiny blue platform heels and smooths her hands down her skin-tight multicolored jumpsuit. “How do I look?”
I look her up and down, from her blue knee-length lemonade braids to the tips of patent leather boots. “Like the next twerk star.”
“You give the best compliments.” She blows me an air kiss, then squares her shoulders. “Watch my purse.”
I sigh, watching her sashay toward the unsuspecting duo.
Cricket grins, his gaze tracking Meela too. “This should be entertaining.”
Meela taps Jigsaw on the shoulder and starts giving him the business. I can’t hear what’s being said over the din in the room,but her stance says it all. One hand is propped on a curvy hip while a long acrylic nail is pointed dangerously close to his face.
