“No. I’m looking at every other prick that has their eyes on our fucking girl.”
A possessive growl that starts in my chest works its way out. I want to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, beat my chest like a fucking caveman, and shout that she is mine for the world to hear.
Landon’s voice breaks through the image that is quickly forming in my mind. “All in good time, all in good fucking time.”
“You’ve said that already,” Axel tells him.
“Easy for you to say you’re under the same roof as her.” I don’t have to look at him to know he is thinking about last night.
Before he can reply, Xavier, Claire, and Violet are in front of us.
“Boys.”
“Claire hi, thanks again for dinner last night.” I’m trying to be polite. I like Claire. However, I do wonder how welcoming she would be if she could see how much we all want her daughter.
“Always a pleasure, having you boys over.”
Violet rolls her eyes so hard I see only the whites of them.
Claire and Xavier keep on talking to Landon and Axel while I take a moment with Violet.
“Every time I see you roll your eyes; I am going to spank that peachy little ass of yours.”
Violet’s eyes go wide, even as a beautiful pink tint covers her cheeks, her breathing hitches, and she swallows hard, lust flaring in her eyes. She’s thinking about it, just like I wanted her to. My already hard cock somehow gets firmer. At this point, I think it could break right through concrete.
“We were just going to get some lunch.” Xavier, the ever-protective father figure, steps closer to Violet, giving me a knowing look.
At the sound of his voice, Violet snaps out of our moment and takes a step away. But she’s still watching me.
“Sure, we’ll join you. Then, maybe Letty, you’d like to walk around with us?”
“Fuck off Landon.”
Claire glares at Violet. Which surprises me, I’ve only ever seen her smiling. “Violet, don’t be so rude.”
“Yeah Letty, don’t be so rude.” Landon gibes back. “We were thinking about checking out some rides. Maybe the haunted mansion.” He has that fucking twinkle in his eye.
“What are we twelve? And stop calling me Letty.”
“Oh, go on, be a good little sister.” Just like that, Claire is back to her smiling self.
Violet rolls her eyes again.
“Two.”
Violet stills, she knows, and the way her pupils are dilating, she wants it as well.
“Two what, dear?”
“Mum,” Violet gets in before I can reply, “stop referring to me as Landon’s little sister, please. I’m not.”
“Oh, but Letty, you are my little stepsister” Landon throws his arm around her, but she promptly shakes it off.
“I hate you.”
“We both know that you, in fact, do not.” He gives her his polite smile.
With a final glare she gives us her back with a flick of hair, sass pouring out her pores. I should add it to the count, but the sway of her hips as she walks has me hypnotised once again.
