Drake shifted his body weight, and crossed his arms over his chest before leaning back in the seat. "I'm just saying, do we really want Marcus watching over her? He's not exactly a fan."
Antoine's eyes narrowed. "Marcus will do his duty. As all of us will. He has never failed me. Not like some of us." The reminder of my brother's past failure made Drake shrink in his chair before turning his head to the side with a reluctant nod. "Now," Antoine continued with flare, "if there are no other objections, Darren will watch over her during the times she wishes to leave the safety of the house. Unless Valentine or our master has suddenly gained the ability to walk in the sun unhindered, then I believe he will be adequate protection."
We adjourned our meeting. My brother rushed out of the room still in a tizzy about Antoine calling him out. I didn't follow after him. I'd been witness to many of my other half’s tantrums, so I didn't need to see this one.
Antoine took his cell phone out and began to dial into it before leaving my room. No doubt he had some business he needed to conduct. It was a good thing overseas hours were so in line with ours, or we wouldn't get any business done at night. Not that Antoine wouldn't have found some other way to fund our lives. He had a knack for those sorts of things.
Rayne and Wynn were all that were left, and they didn't seem in any hurry to leave. Rayne's brows were furrowed and then suddenly he turned to Wynn with wide eyes. "You did what?"
Wynn gave a secretive smile but didn't answer, leaning back against the couch and closing his eyes.
"Don't do that," Rayne growled, shoving at the lounging vampire. "You can't just give me a peek in your head and then shut down like that. Not when it's about her."
Now I was intrigued. Arching a brow, I moved over to the couch near Wynn. "What's he talking about?"
Rayne turned his glare from Wynn to me. "This asshole and Antoine punished Piper for going off alone. She's already been through enough."
I had to agree. The poor woman might have gotten more than what she had bargained for by being part of our household. In some ways, it might have been better if she had left when she had wanted to before.
"What did you do?"
Wynn cracked one eyes open to give me a lazy smile. "Why don't you ask our fearless leader. It was on his orders."
I huffed. The likelihood that Antoine would give away anything he hadn't already offered freely was slim to none. Thankfully, Rayne gave us a bit of an edge or we'd all be in the dark about a lot of things.
"What'd you see?" I turned to Rayne.
The expression on his face was less appalled and more jealous. It made me all the more curious. "Don't worry about it. She wasn't traumatized or anything."
"Oh, come on," I scoffed impatiently. "You can't just keep that kind of stuff to yourself. This selfish bastard wouldn't talk if the sun itself was asking."
Wynn's lips ticked at my words.
Rayne turned his head away, hiding his eyes, but I could see the redness creeping up his neck and ears. "It wasn't the kind of punishment you need to worry about."
This time I glared accusatorially at Wynn, kicking his shin with my foot. "What'd you do, you pervert?"
A slow grin curled up Wynn's face and he finally opened both eyes to meet my gaze. "I didn't hurt her, if that's what you're thinking. Antoine's the one who turned that gorgeous ass of hers red."
"He spanked her?" I gaped, my eyes widening and my groin tightening at the thought. "She's not a child."
Wynn let out a low chuckle. "No, she is not, based on how turned on she was by it."
"Really?" I mused, shoving my hands into my pockets as I turned this information over in my head. Who would of thought little Piper Billings liked a bit of pain? Good to know.
Still curious to what Wynn had done, I bumped him on the leg again. "Then what'd you do?"
"What I do best." Wynn closed his eyes once more and laced his fingers behind his head.
I glanced over at Rayne and then back to Wynn. "You fucked her? How is that a punishment?"
Rayne chuckled darkly. "No, he didn't even touch her below the neck."
Now I was really confused. What did he do if he didn't screw her brains out? Then it dawned on me. He used his powers on her. But that still didn't sound like a punishment to me. Believe me, if I could make someone come just by touching her skin, I'd be rolling in the ladies. Not that I didn't already get my share with my silver tongue, but still... "I don't get it."
"You and your brother," Rayne sighed and stood, shaking his head while looking at me pitifully. "Bunch of blocks where your brains are, I swear. They wouldn't let her get off. That was her punishment." Rayne stalked out of the room while my face was still frozen in shock.
They wouldn't let her...come? What kind of punishment was that?
"Believe me," Wynn began without prompting, "it was more torture for me than for her. I had to stand there while she moaned and begged for me to get her off, and then just walk away. I had to hide in my room just so I could wank off."
"So, that's why Antoine owes you."
Wynn peeked an eye open. "Not as dumb as he looks."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Don't you have your own room to clog up with your annoying presence?"
Lifting himself from the couch, Wynn trailed his hands down his chest as if he were a stripper on display, but that was just him. So dramatic. "I do, but I am waiting for...ah..." His eyes opened fully, and a devious grin covered his lips. "Sleeping beauty awakens." Then he was gone, leaving me to contemplate how in the world I ended up with such a group of deranged brothers.