Christ, really, he wants to mess around right now?
“Shut up Dill, before he breaks your arms. Devon, let him down. Please.”
The door bursts open and three blondes come barrelling in followed by the golden haired Logan. They all screech to a halt and watch as he slowly lowers Dill, the muscles in his upper arms bulging beneath the short sleeves of his light blue polo shirt.
“Well this is interesting, ain’t it lads? What’s doing Dev, this wanker giving you trouble then?” David asks, pulling money out of his pocket and waving it around. “My money’s on the old man!”
“Oh shut up! Would all of you just calm down and do something?” I yell, losing my temper.
“Who is he?” Logan asks suspiciously and I roll my eyes, knowing no help will come from that quarter.
Despite his broken heart Lo is a total romantic and since he’s looking at Devon like he’s the next coming or something I don’t think he’s about to help me out.
The other three clowns are grinning and egging their brother on, laying freaking bets for cripes sake! They remind me of my own brothers and I feel a grin pull at my lips till Logan whips out a hundred and gets in with the action.
“Oh for God sakes! Dillon is my-”
“Say it and I will put him through this fucking wall imp.”
“Friend.” I go with the safe option since the look on Devon’s face tells me how very little he’s fucking around right now.
“A little more than that.” Dillon protests, wincing when Devon shoves him back into the wall. “Alright, alright! Becky, do something.”
“Well, this is decidedly awkward but I quite enjoy it. Indeed I do. Are you still going to beat his face in old man? I have a hundred on you and I’m aiming to win. Any popcorn imp?”
That’s David.
“Don’t be a bloody animal Davy lad!” Garret mutters, punching his shoulder. “You eat popcorn at the cinema, wanker. Got any Lager for this imp?”
What!
“Shut up both of you and stop egging him on. Devon, put him down. Now. Garret, you and the terrible two go sit on the sofa and Logan, I swear to God if you go on laughing and don’t help me I will skin you.” I hiss, stomping my foot impatiently.
“Now imp, don’t stomp my seed loose from its perch. In your womb. Where I planted it. Please.” Devon growls, giving Dillon one last shove before walking my way and pulling me to the sofa, the one not occupied by three, nosy idiots who make me want to smile.
I end up squashed into Devon’s side, one of his arms anchoring me close which no amount of struggling can change so I give up with a snort and stick my nose in the air. Logan follows and takes the chair, his eyes twinkling when Dillon huffs and flops down on the beanbag left over from college.
“Okay, so let’s get things straight before Goldilocks gets eaten by papa bear. One; you’re planted with his kid. Ah, ah ah, shut up Goldi. Two; you’re going to marry the father of your kid or I’m calling mama and telling her what’s up. Three; looks like you just got yourself a family. Hey Goldi, do me a favour and hit the road so I can go home.”
This is all so, so-
“Hey! This is my apartment and my life, if I wanna marry Dillon I will!” I yell, doing my damnedest to wrestle out from under Devon’s arm.
“Uh, scampers, I think you may wanna wait till the guy’s safely out of reach before you piss Dev off.” Logan warns, bumping his chin at the ogre keeping me pinned to his side.
I’m so pissed off right now I could spit nails, after chewing them to dust, but one look at the fire raging in his eyes has me stepping back for a re-evaluation.
“Er, Dill go home. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I chirp.
He shrugs and grins, giving Devon a chin bump before going to the door.
“Don’t wait by the phone; she won’t be seeing you again.”
“Devon-”
“Rebecca! Choose your battles imp.”
I sit back with a huff and try not to snuggle into his heat. The scent of his citrusy aftershave wraps around me and calms the racing of my heart as the five guys sit quietly, waiting for what I don’t know.
“Can you all go home or something?” I say when the silence gets uncomfortably long and Logan keeps grinning at me like he’s won a bet or something.
“Yeah hun, just as soon as ya go pack a bag so we can get home. Don’t relish taking this tosser home without ya.”
“What? I am not going home with you people! Get out of my apartment now.” I growl, shoving at his arm when it tightens around me.
Davy shrugs and winks at Ryan while Garret rolls his eyes and gives Logan a chin bump.
“Did her mum drop her when she was a baby?”