“What about Nessa?” I throw out there, making the boys chuckle under their breaths. “I’m serious. You two would be cute together.”
“Woah,” Damian panics, holding up a hand to cut me off. “I’m not looking for a chick to be with, I just want one to fuck.”
“Exactly,” I grin wide, realizing just how perfect this could be. “That’s exactly what Nessa wants. No one is man enough to touch her after being with Slade. They’re all scared he might go into a jealous rage or some shit like that.”
Slade scoffs under his breath, knowing just how absurd that suggestion is. “More like they’re terrified they wouldn’t live up to what I’ve got to offer.”
I roll my eyes at his ego but he’s not wrong. No one could possibly match Slade. Nessa is just going to have to come to terms with the fact that from now on, she’ll only ever receive second best. Though, I’m sure Damian wouldn’t be too much of a downgrade in the sack. He looks like the kind to know what he’s doing and he certainly comes off confident about his abilities. Besides, this whole thing could only mean good news for me and Slade. If Nessa and Damian can put aside their differences and start fucking, then there will be nothing but time for me and Slade to get nasty. This could only be great for all of us.
Damian scoffs back at Slade. “Trust me, I’ll have no issue living up to what you’ve got. It’s nothing special.”
Slade raises a brow at me and grins, knowing exactly how he sets my body on fire. I instantly squirm under his heated gaze and have to force my eyes back to Damian’s. “Believe me, what Slade’s got is definitely something to be intimidated by. He could just stand in front of a woman and she’d come just from the look he’d give her.”
“You want to try that?” Slade questions, nudging my elbow.
“I’m down.”
“Seriously?” Damian grunts. “We’re focusing on me here.”
“I’ve already given you your solution. Get Nessa in bed and you’ll both be happier for it. Not to mention, satisfied enough to not have to ask me about three-ways.”
Damian’s gaze goes far away and I realize that he’s actually considering this though he should be warned that it won’t be easy. Nessa isn’t just going to drop her pants for him, he’ll have to work for it and sweep her off her feet in the process. Who knows, this whole thing could actually go somewhere. They’d be an awesome couple.
Damian shakes his head, clearly thinking he’s already considered this enough for one day and gets to his feet. “Come on, I’m fucking hungry.”
“You’re always fucking hungry,” Slade grumbles, getting up anyway and sliding my sketchpad off the bench before pocketing my pencils and taking my hand.
Damian grins as though he just won something and we start heading out of the park, though I’m sure we’ll probably just end up back here later this afternoon.
We start heading to Slade’s Dodge RAM that’s been parked on the opposite side of the park after we came here straight from Damian’s place this morning. As we get closer and turn the corner, finally putting his truck in view, we realize that some people need to learn to quit while they’re behind.
Roman stands on the hood of the big Dodge RAM, sledgehammer in hand and his boys hovered around, egging him on.
The back window is already smashed and they’re so excited about fucking up the rest of my man’s ride that they don’t even notice us here.
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
My sketchpad is dropped to the ground and I cringe as my parents’ faces go tumbling down into the grass, but I can fix it later, for now, this is more important.
Slade silently bounds toward Roman as he raises the sledgehammer and I realize that he’s approaching in a similar way to when he’s about to dunk on a bastard. His strides are long and powerful, filled with strength and a shitload of determination.
Damian follows behind but aims for the guys on the ground.
I can’t tear my eyes away from Slade. He’s fucking lethal and when he launches himself high into the sky with a perfect swan dive and curls his arms around Roman’s body, they both go tumbling right over the other side, completely clearing the hood and sending me into heart failure.
Holy shit, that was hot. I take back my comments about Slade being able to make a woman come with just one look. Apparently, the rules have changed. He can now make me come without even looking at me. Damn, I know what image is going to be on replay in my mind tonight…all fucking night.
Roman’s boys rush around to his aid but Damian is on them in an instant. I race around to the other side of the Dodge RAM to find Slade’s fist slamming down into Roman’s stomach, completely winding him as they fight for the upper hand.