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Ben scooped her off the chair and over his shoulder before she could put the glass down. His hand landed soundly across her ass. Angelina bit her bottom lip to keep the moan from escaping. The tingling was back. When his hand met her ass, it centered on her dripping panties.
“Never again,” he demanded as he carted her out of the bar smacking her ass with each step he took. “I will make sure you don’t sit right for a week if I hear you call yourself that again.”
Angelina was close. She was so close to coming. She wanted to beg him to do it one more time. It had been too long since she had been this close to a man. A man that made her want him for more than a temporary upgrade from a plastic penis.
A cry of protest fell from her lips when she was deposited onto the seat of a new truck. The seat belt was snapped around her, and the door was closed before she could say a thing.
“Not a word,” Ben glared. “I will let you know when I am ready for you to apologize.”
Tires chirped as Ben sped out of the parking lot.
No talking was fine with her. She had nothing to say to the sexy-as-sin asshat driving her home.
When she could apologize?
How about this time next never going to happen. She didn’t do anything wrong. Captain cranky pants over there could take his big hands and keep them to himself. His lips too. She had things at home to use to satisfy herself. It may not be as good, but it would get the job done. Snuggling into the buttery leather seat, Angelina closed her eyes. She would tell him off when they got home.
Chapter 8
Angelina groaned. She forgot to pull the blinds before she went to bed last night. Rolling over, she covered her eyes with her hands and froze. She was in her bed. The sun was up. How did she get in her bed? Thinking back, she remembered Ben driving them home but nothing else. She didn’t have long to put the pieces together. Angry voices got louder until the sound of fists meeting flesh propelled her out of bed.
Racing down the stairs, she wasn’t prepared for what she saw. Jake and Ben were rolling around in the middle of the living room floor. Max was in the fray too. Three grown men beating on each other before coffee was not what she had in mind. This bullshit had to stop before they broke something.
Stomping into her father’s bedroom, she snatched the gift she bought last Father’s Day off his dresser. The salt gun was designed to shoot bugs. Today, it was shooting overgrown children who acted like their blanket was in the washer.
Aiming for Ben first, Angelina fired. A small smile of satisfaction and a lightness in her heart shone brightly when she hit her target.
“What the fuck?” Ben roared, rubbing the top of his head.
With his focus on her, Max’s fist met the corner of Ben’s mouth, snapping his head back.
Angelina’s eyes narrowed. Before Ben could retaliate, she fired again. Max swore as salt pelted his cheek. Her eyes flickered back to Ben. The big smile on his face made her shoot him again.
“Sweetness,” Jake chuckled.
Ben never took his eyes off her as he landed another punch. This one blackened the lawyer’s eye. He had no idea how the guy was smart enough to pass the bar. The man had a serious comprehension problem. How much clearer could mine get?
“I have no idea what set you all off this morning, but I do not appreciate being woken up to a bunch of idiots beating each other in my living room,” Angelina yelled as she shot each of them once more to make sure she got her point across.
“Shorty, march your sexy ass back upstairs and put some clothes on.”
Angelina’s face scrunched as she looked down at herself. She was wearing an Army t-shirt. It dwarfed her, hanging past her knees and off her shoulder. Ben must have changed her clothes last night. Her breath caught when she realized she was bare under it.
“You changed my clothes,” she growled as she fired as fast as she could get the toy to fire. Each time salt pinged off him.
Max rolled away, and Jake quickly followed.
When the gun was empty, she tossed it on the chair and stormed into the kitchen. Thankfully, there was coffee in the pot. Her hand shook as she poured liquid sanity into a mug.
“Angelina,” Ben grumbled.
She whirled around to see him coming toward her with a dark glint in his eye. Without a second thought, she hurled the heavy ceramic mug at his head. It hit above his eye. The mug fell to the floor, shattering as the hot liquid ran down his face.
Ben stumbled backward with a crooked smile on his face. His girl had a temper and an arm. If he hadn’t already wanted her, watching her wearing his shirt, shooting at him, and throwing stuff at him would have had him laying his heart at her feet.
“No good deed goes unpunished,” Jake grumbled as he slumped onto a stool at the island, gently holding his face.
Angelina huffed in frustration. Ripping his hand away from his face, she looked at Jake’s injuries. His eye was quickly turning from red to purple. The side of his lip was split open, and there was a cut on his cheek.
