But between the heat and the pleasure, I felt a little dizzy. Archer caught me around the waist and laid me back on the couch.
I told him, "Just give me, like, five minutes…"
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Archer
Iwas totally obsessed with Hazel. I was also a bit miffed she just fell asleep. Should I be proud? Sure, I would take it. I watched her sleep, sprawled on the couch. I dragged a blanket over her. I didn't want to leave her by herself. Would it be weird if I stayed and watched her sleep? Probably.
My phone buzzed.
Carl:Did you all see? We're all over the news. Greg is not pleased.
Garrett:Greg is too "busy" to text for himself? Shocking.
Mike:The publicity is all on our side at least.
Blade:Josie says that contentious publicity like the popsicle lawsuit is not good publicity.
Weston:Yeah some of us are trying to run businesses and make money here.
Mace:I still am not ok with the fact that you all see more of Josie than me.
I closed the app and put the phone in my pocket. With so many brothers, the best way to communicate was massive group chats. Normally I enjoyed them, but right now I did not need the drama.
Speaking of drama, there was McKenna, waiting for me outside.
Is she stalking me?
Her lip trembled when she saw me. "Archer?"
"I don't have time for this."
"You were with her, weren't you? Tell me!"
"It's not any of your business," I said brusquely. "Don't you have a gallery to run? You have money, a nice family. You have everything. Why are you acting so irrational?"
"But I don't have everything!" she cried. "I don't have you."
"McKenna, we're done."
"Your mom thinks we'd be good together."
I stopped cold. "Why are you talking to my mother?"
"We had coffee," McKenna said. "She thinks Hazel is a bad influence." She reached up to stroke my arm, but I pushed her off and got in my car. "I can't deal with this right now."
My phone was buzzing in my pocket with messages on the various group chats I was on with my brothers. The vibrating was not helping the fact that I did not get to have Hazel on my paintbrush, so to speak. I gripped the steering wheel as I thought about her straddling me, riding me.
I need a good, cold shower and a stiff drink.
I would be receiving neither of those. I walked into the house, and it was chaos. Greg and Hunter were practically at each other's throats. Garrett was standing at the top of the stairs, looking like a vampire about to wreak havoc over the village. Mace's fists were clenched. The kids were running around like wild goats.
"What the hell?" I asked Mace over the din.
He shook his head. "At least Josie isn't here to see this. She'd run screaming back to Manhattan."
"I cannot believe you! It's all over Facebook," Greg yelled at Hunter.
