I pressed my burning face into his chest, hiding from both of them. This was a disaster.
“Maybe we could not talk about your dick,” I croaked out.
“I don’t know, I kind of like hearing you talk about my dick,” he teased in his deep voice.
I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
“I don’t know, twin,” Addison chimed in, “just hearing her talk about your dick is making my dick semi hard.”
“Oh my god,” I whispered in horror.
They both burst out laughing. Addison had his elbows resting on the back of the couch. One big hand cupped my shoulder and the other rested on his brother’s bicep.
Abel let go of my hips. One arm slid up my back where he pressed the palm of his big hand flat against the middle of my back. His other hand cupped the back of my neck and his fingers tangled with my ash-blonde locks. His big body shook against me.
My face was so red it practically burned.
“This isn’t funny,” I hissed.
“It’s hilarious,” Abel said in between laughing.
I sighed. My life was so out of my control it wasn’t even funny. And I had no idea how I’d managed to get myself into these weird ass situations over the last week but somehow, I’d managed spectacularly.
Ringing came from my bag on the floor, it was my cell phone. Since the only person who would be calling me right now was Mr. Cole, I seriously needed to answer my phone.
“I have to get that,” I told the still laughing twins. “I’m serious, guys.”
They laughed harder.
God damn it.
“It’s probably Mr.-”
And my phone stopped ringing. Wonderful. I had probably frightened the poor man with the message I left earlier.
A shadow moved over me. The shadow of a man. I followed the movement and watched with wide eyes as Quinton knelt down and started rummaging through my bag.
Holy crap! What was it with these people? I had underwear in there, damn it!
“Uh, guys,” I tried to warn them of our new arrival but they just laughed over me.
I didn’t think this was going to go over well, not with scary guy Mr. Uncle Quinton here.
My phone started to ring again as Quinton pulled it out of my bag.
Oh my god, what did he think he was doing? These people had serious boundary issues. Maybe they just didn’t understand that it wasn’t cool for a guy to go digging around in a girl’s bag. I mean, I’ve mentioned the underwear twice now but I had a bra in there too, and what if there had been tampons? Yeah, I’m sure they were educated when it came to girl problems but that didn’t mean I wanted them to know when I had my period. Not after only meeting them less than a week ago. A few months from now, then we could talk.
“Hello,” I heard Quinton say.
Motherfucker.
The twins immediately stopped laughing.
“Hello,” Quinton repeated.
Holy shit. Quinton had just answered my phone. A phone he’d dug out of my bag without permission. A phone he’d answered without permission.
He had some serious balls, I’d give him that.