“Maybe we quiet, they go away,” he leaned in to whisper, rubbing my knee as he leaned over me and took my lips in a sweet but heated kiss.
“What if I get pregnant?” I pointed out as Cy moved in closer, and closer, until he had his arms wrapped around me and he dipped to nuzzle my neck.
“Cy love babies my Pru. My Pru goot mama. Cy take care my Pru.”
“How?” I blurted.
Cy paused his sexy nuzzling and pulled back to study me. “Pru not think Cy take care my babies?” Thick eyebrows shot up.
Squirming, in the hot seat, I mumbled, “I didn’t mean you so much as us,” I corrected.
Before he could respond the knocking came again, harder, louder.
My gaze darted to the door and I started to get up but Cy shook his head.
“What if someone is stuck or needs help or something?” I worried.
Cy cocked his head. “Not stuck. Just stupid,” I thought he muttered as he gave me one last kiss, gave me a look that I knew meant stay put, and watched him as he walked over to the door.
Peeking through the peephole, he announced, “We not want none.”
The growl that issued from the other side had my eyebrows shooting up. Had his family come all the way over here in this weather for him?
“Don’t play. They’re probably half chilled through,” I grumbled.
Cy sighed. Hand on the door knob, he rumbled something that I thought sounded like a prayer, and threw the door open.
Someone or something smacked the back door hard enough it rattled the dishes in the cupboard, right as the front door swung open.
I’d just hopped up, ready to check the back door, when thick arms reached in, grabbed Cy, and he was yanked right out the front door with a snarl.
A startled shout left me right along with him as Cy took flight, soaring through the air towards the driveway.
I stopped halfway to the back door, skidding in my slippered feet, and was just turning around to run towards the front door and all of that commotion when the back door burst open. It wasn’t a knocking pounding, it was the person on the other side trying to bust through, I realized.
Birch came barging through with a bellow, to tackle me to the ground like he was playing out a scene in Cops.
“Are you insane?” I breathed. “Does anyone knock?”
Birch paused in wrestling me as I fought dirty and he blocked faster. “Elm knock.”
“I- Well- Yes.” But then he yoinked Cy out of the house, I quietly amended.
“Then yes,” the cheeky bastard quipped.
“Oh, screw you!”
“Smell like Elm and Cy already did.” Birch’s nose wrinkled. “Smell like Cy did a lot.” Another nose wrinkling sniff. “Pru smells funny now.”
“Oh- Fuck off!”
The sound of two males pummeling each other paused and Elm and Cy snarled simultaneously, like two beasts in sync.
“Fuck you too!” I called after them.
“She fine!” Birch hollered after them, like that was what they’d been waiting for, and the fighting resumed.
“Don’t manhandle me! Go after them, before they kill each other! They’re your brothers,” I bellowed at him.
