“Oh well, I suppose I love you as well,” she quipped.
“You suppose?” He gawked at the woman in front of him.
Damon didn’t know what to do. His mates were ganging up on him, and he had a feeling he better get used to it. Honestly, he found it cute and fun. “Asshole,” he mumbled to Tate as he took off down the hall after his other mischievous mate. “Ryah, you little shit, get your ass back here.” Though he tried for commanding, he couldn’t keep the laughter from his voice.
Ryah hurried back down the hallway, coming to a stop right in front of him, and bouncing on her toes. She held her hands behind her back and looked up at him innocently. “You bellowed?”
It warmed his heart to watch her flirting with him, teasing him. She possessed none of the scared mouse look from when they had first met her. Gone was the terrified and disbelieving woman that had run screaming from the garage. She looked like a regular brat.
“You have about two seconds to give me a kiss and proper pledge of love, or I’m going to bend you over my knee.” Damon arched a brow at his little mate. “I’m waiting.”
Ryah tilted her head to the side and contemplated him. “Well, now a spanking does sound pretty kinky. Decisions, decisions,” she muttered, shaking her head.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. “Why don’t you give me a kiss now,” he whispered huskily, “and we’ll see about that spanking tomorrow?”
Ryah’s head tipped back on her shoulders, and she smiled. “I like the way you think, Mr. Lewis.” Then she twined her arms around his neck and rose up to give him a kiss that melted him on the spot.
“Get a room.” Tate chuckled as he walked up behind them, wrapped his arms around Damon’s waist, and pressed his chest to Damon’s back. “Preferably ours.”
Ryah pulled away from Damon’s mouth and looked over his shoulder at Tate. “You can sleep on the couch,” she said casually.
Tate jerked back, unwinding his arms from Damon’s waist, and stepping around him. “What the hell for?” he demanded.
Ryah didn’t back down. She put her hands on her hips and glared right back. “Because you, Mr. Jennings, left a sink full of dishes this morning, water all over the bathroom floor, and I found your smelly socks in the couch cushions again.”
He looked properly chastised and bowed his head. “Sorry, baby,” he mumbled. “I’ll do the dishes first thing in the morning.”
Damon bit the inside of his cheek so hard he actually tasted blood. Ryah’s little temper tantrums were funny as hell when not directed at him.
“Yes, you will. I still think you need to sleep on the couch and think about what you’ve done. I don’t bust my hump around here just so you can dirty it up again.”
Tate still stared at the floor, so he missed the quick smile and wink Ryah threw at Damon. He held on to his composure by sheer willpower.
Tate finally looked up at her, his eyes pleading. “Aw, come on, baby. I don’t want to sleep on the couch.” He turned his attention to Damon. “Damon, tell her to let me sleep with you guys. This isn’t fair.”
Damon had to look away. He was seconds away from losing it. “That’s up to Ryah,” he managed to get out without cracking up.
Tate dropped to his knees and placed his hands on her hips. “You are so pretty, and smart, too. You smell good, and your skin is really nice. Come on, have a heart. Please,” he pleaded. “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”
Ryah narrowed her eyes. “What kind of shopping?”
He perked up immediately. “Anything you want, baby. Clothes, shoes, purses, make up. We’ll even go and get your hair done.”
She pulled the ends of her long ebony hair through her fingers. “What’s wrong with my hair?” she asked icily.
Tate looked horrified. “Nothing, nothing is wrong. It’s beautiful, perfect even. I just thought girls liked that kind of stuff.”
Coming out of his daydream, he realized the shrieks and giggles had turned to pants and moans. His mates were naked, wrapped around each other in a sensual kiss that had Damon’s cock hardening in seconds flat.
Stripping out of his clothing, he made his way quietly to the pair, pressing against Tate’s back. “Want you,” he whispered against the back of his neck.
Caught up in caring for Ryah while she suffered through her heat, he hadn’t taken Tate in more than a week. He craved his mate’s tight ass, the closeness they shared when he was buried balls deep inside Tate’s body.
“Yes, please,” came a deep moan in response. To Damon’s surprise, the plea came from Ryah, not Tate.
“Slut,” Damon joked.
“You bet.” She giggled back.
“Do it, Damon. I just want to watch.”
“Ryah, are you hurting?” Tate, always the caretaker.
She smiled and kissed his lips. “I’ll be fine, baby. I want to watch my two gorgeous mates love each other.”
Tate growled, pushing back against Damon, grinding his ass on Damon’s naked cock. “Pick a chair, babe.”