Page 8 of Conan
“Unlike you, Conan, we’re working,” she sasses.
“I work,” I vow. “My duties are done for the day. You two started this a couple of hours ago, what’s taking so long?” I drag the chair out beside her and settle my ass on the seat, leaning over and putting my eyes on the screen.
I’m nosey and I make no apologies for being so.
“Your job is pretentious,” she accuses, shaking her head in faux disappointment. “And besides that, we’re going over her schedule for upcoming books, as well as the signings she’s attending so we can make sure to have sufficient inventory and swag for the readers. That’s not a twenty minute conversation, Conan.”
“Don’t make a mockery out of what I do, Demi,” I lightly scold.
She does not want to jump into this rabbit hole with me because I will defend my lifestyle and that of my brothers until I’m blue in the face.
“I wasn’t trying to. Sorry, Conan. It’s been a day,” she huffs, making excuses. “Emotional shit and all that.”
When she flails her hands through the air, her nonchalance doesn’t fool me.
Not one bit.
I can see her puffy eyes and the slight flush to her skin, which tells me the two of them have been crying. Seeing her this way has me fighting to storm to wherever my fucking brother is and insist we do this today, right now, because it guts me to see how badly all of it has impacted her.
She’s struggling to deal with the emotions Luna brought out in her but she’ll never ask for help swimming her way through them. Her barbs are showing and I’m not sure how to navigate a path around them without them drawing blood.
“Kodiak,” Luna calls his name.
“What’s up, my moon?” my brother answers, his voice dropping an octave. Which I mentally remind myself is only done with her, the rest of us get his growly animal.
“I’m hungry,” she informs him, patting her rounded belly that’s just recently popped out.
“What’s my baby craving today?” he asks, leaning in and patting said swollen belly while kissing her temple.
It takes all of my might and will-power not to gag at his display of affection. She’s got my brother’s balls tucked away in her purse and I swear no matter how deep I dig into that dark hole I cannot locate those fuckers.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I’m envious as hell right now at their relationship. On one hand, I’m thrilled for my brother because if anyone deserves a little slice of happiness, it’s him, but on the other, I wish it was me.
It will be, though, because no matter how much Demi may try to fight our attraction to each other, shewillbe mine.
“Hamburgers, loaded down with pickles, a scoop of mayonnaise, a dollop of mustard, chopped not sliced onion, bell pepper, banana peppers, and cheese,” she lists, her eyes glazing over.
“The fuck?” I whisper out my question because that’s quite—disgusting. “So we not only hit up a burger joint but we hit a sub shop for the toppings?”
“If you must,” Demi snaps, giving me ashut the fuck uplook before leaning over and whispering, “She’s sensitive and hormonal, watch your tongue, Conan.” I hold my hand up in innocence thinking I should be happy she doesn’t have us adding something gross to that list like sardines or something just as nasty.
“And fries,” Luna tacks on. “Oh, can you make my burger a double decker? Yes, that sounds marvelous.” Her gushing and salivating has my eyes widening. I’ve never witnessed a woman being turned on by food.
“Kodiak, my man, what the hell are you doing?” I ask, broadening my eyes at him.
“I don’t know what you’re asking, brother. Your question makes no sense,” he retorts.
I shake my head at him, ready to provoke him. After all, it’s my specialty. “She should not be that excited about food, bro. That’s a look I’d normally contribute to the bedroom, not on a menu.”
Kodiak, with no warning whatsoever, reaches around the girls and pops me in the back of the head, enough to have my skull rattling. In other words, it was not an easy love tap.
“You better not have given me a concussion, you asshole,” I grumble.
The fucker.
“Serves you right, you prick. Now, Demi, what do you want to eat?” he asks my woman while I’m moving my head from side to side to get my ears to stop ringing.
He’s always been a heavy handed asshole. “Damn, I think you knocked a few brain cells loose,” I complain, rubbing the spot he got me at.
