Without hesitation, I push Ryker behind me and run into the living room, ready to kill an intruder, and then stop short when I take in the scene before me.
There isn’t a rapist or murderer here, hurting my girls.
No, said girls are sitting on the floor, their backs against the sofa, laughing like lunatics.
Ryker steps up next to me and we both cross our arms over our chests, taking them in. Neither of the women has noticed that we’re here, and we share a grin.
Lena’s here.And it looks like she’s having fun.
“Five!” Lena says, trying to catch her breath. “I’ve only fuckedfivemen ...”
What in the actual fuck? I’d like to hunt down any asshole who’s had his hands on my girl and kill him. Slowly. Painfully.
“Same!” Willow exclaims, hopping up and down on her ass, and Ry growls next to me. Sounds like he shares my sentiments.
“Those five were a miracle,” Lena says, wiping tears from under her eyes. “Well, the first four, anyway. Because my security guys didn’t let men near me. It was like constantly having my dad with me.”
“She’s talking about you,” Ry mutters, and I shoulder check him, making him chuckle.
“You poor thing,” Willow says.
Poor thing, my ass.
“How did you even lose your virginity?”
“I was seventeen—”
“Nope,” I say, loud enough to get their attention. “I don’t need or want to hear this fucking story, Rebel.”
Both women blink at us, and then slowly smile.
“They’ve had sex with more than five girls,” Lena says to Willow, who nods in agreement. “Like, we could combine our numbers, and they’ve had sex with more thantengirls. Each.”
“I mean, look at ’em,” Willow says, gesturing up and down. “The muscles. The tattoos. The broody expressions on those faces.”
“The freaking chiseled jaws,” Lena continues. “How did they both hit the gene pool jackpot with those bodies?”
They’re drunk as fuck.
“And I know for a fact that Ryker’s fucked way more than ten,” Willow says as Ryker muttersfuck. “I’ve seen it firsthand.”
“What?” Lena screeches. “Youwatchedthem fuck other girls?”
“No. Ew. I would cut a bitch. Fuck that.” Willow shudders. “Someone sent me pictures ofmy husbandfucking other women, and let me just say right now, you can’t get that shit out of your head.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Ryker mutters next to me. “We don’t need to talk about this.”
“It wasn’t his fault,” Willow adds, slicing her hand through the air. She gets soaggressivewith her arms when she’s drunk. “Someone was trying to blackmail him. Anyhoo, hi, guys!”
“Hi, guys,” Lena echoes, giving us a little wave. Her cheeks are rosy from the alcohol, her eyes a little glassy, and that long, dark hair is down around her shoulders. I want to wrap that hair in my hand and kiss the fuck out of her. “Want some wine?”
“How much wine have you had, baby?” I ask. I’ve changed my mind. I want to toss my girl over my shoulder and carry her home, so I don’t have so share her with anyone.
Willow fills both of their glasses, and then they clink them together in acheers.
“Two and a half,” she says proudly. Both women climb to their feet and wobble, and we rush forward to steady them.
“Hey, big guy,” Lena says softly as she leans in to kiss my chest. “You havereallygreat muscles. We’ve been talking about it.”
