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“Now she wants to get smart. Maybe I should spank that sass out of you,” Darragh says, mock glaring at me with that smirk back on his face.
Cian holds out his hand and pulls me to my feet.
“I would love to see your ass all red from him, then I could kiss it better.”
“Can you two stop? I have to work, and you’ve had your fun. Now you can either stay in here and fuck some more or come and watch me work. But either way, I’m getting dressed and going back to my office.”
They both look at each other and grin devilishly. It looks like I won’t be getting much work done tonight after all.
Over the past few weeks, we have gotten into a good routine. The guys are gone most days, doing whatever it is they do, and I have finally convinced them I don’t need one of them to babysit me at The Range every time I’m at work.
Sullivan has been teaching me how to use a gun. I still don’t like it, but he says you can’t bring a stiletto to a gunfight. Although I would argue a heel to the eye would fucking hurt, he is right—it’s no match for a bullet. He even gave me a gun as a present. I don’t know what type, but it’s pink and small enough it can fit in my purse if I want to take it anywhere. I warned them I shouldn’t be responsible for something like that, as I used to lose my house keys more often than I had them in my bag.
Ronan has been worried about the business. They don’t talk in front of me often, but he comes home full of tension. It’s not all bad, as it leads to a massage which leads to sex, but I can’t even blame Ronan—it’s all me and, as Darragh says, my dirty little pussy.
Darragh and I still have not had sex alone, much to his disgust, and Cian has to babysit us. Sullivan isn’t completely convinced Darragh actually likes me and won’t use the opportunity to hurt me, so we are keeping him happy for now. Darragh gives me shit about it, but I don’t care. I respect Sullivan enough to wait until he is comfortable with the situation.
All the guys are out on a job today, something about moving the money now the cops have backed off. They were each interviewed about Liam and Connor’s disappearance, but thanks to their connections, there have been multiple sightings in Mexico. They have even used their credit cards. That kind of power should scare me, but surprisingly, it doesn’t.
“Harper,” Sadie yells from across the house.
I left the girls in the living room to play while I made them lunch, so I head out of the kitchen and walk down to the living room to see what’s wrong. “Yes, Sadie?”
“Can you tell Eloise you and Daddy are not boyfriend and girlfriend? You are Uncle Van’s girlfriend, right?”
I press my hands together in front of my face and breathe into my hands. “Okay, maybe you should talk to your dad about your question.”
“Can I call him?” she asks.
“Sure, but if he doesn’t answer, it’s because he is working. If he answers, be sure to ask him all your hard questions—he loves answering them. I’m going to finish making your lunch,” I say, pulling out my phone from my jeans pocket with a smile.
Sadie swipes the phone open, typing in my password, which she knows because she downloaded a game on it last week.
“Hi, Daddy. Harper said to ask you if you are boyfriend and girlfriend. Eloise says you are, but I think Harper is Uncle Van’s girlfriend.”
I chuckle as I walk out of the room. Back in the kitchen, I finish making their lunch plates, consisting of a ham-and-cheese wrap cut into four spirals, strawberries, some crackers, cut up carrot sticks, and a chocolate chip cookie.
I got the idea from social media about girl dinners. It’s more my style of cooking because I can’t burn it. Taking the trays into the living room, I place them on the coffee table.
“Thank you,” Eloise says, continuing to color her picture.
“Daddy wants to talk to you,” Sadie says, holding the phone toward me.
“Hello?” I say tentatively.
“You couldn’t have answered her questions?”
I chuckle down the phone. “Could have, yes, but this was more fun. What did you tell her?”
“That you’re a dirty, dirty whore who loves all her holes filled with cocks.”
I gasp. “You did not!”
Now he is the one laughing at me. “No, I didn’t. I told her you are with all of us.”
“And what did she say to that?” I ask. Shit, I really don’t want to screw these kids up.
“She said, and I quote, ‘Yay, we love Harper! She is the best stepmom.’ And that you are lucky to have all of us love you.”
