Page 78 of Love At Close Range

“Bitch, you need help,” I said through my laughs.

We continued our conversation just as Lennox walked into the living room. His eyes went from me to the phone before he leaned down and kissed me.

“Who you talking to?” He asked.

“Nosy and nosier,” I responded with a smirk.

“I heard that,” Taryn complained.

“Wassup, ladies,” Lennox greeted.

“Hey, Lennox,” Mona spoke

“When you gone send our girl back? You a stingy nigga,” Taryn fussed.

“Damn, Tay. You had her all this time. Let me love on my lady for a little bit. I promise I’ll let y’all get y’all time in.” He looked at me. “But right now… it’s my turn.” The look he was giving me had me ready to hang up in their faces.

“Bye, bitch. I see it all in your face,” Mona stated.

“Mhm… bye hoe,” Taryn input.

“I love y’all… bye.” I hung up the phone so fast and gave my man my undivided attention.

The second the call ended, Lennox reached for my phone and set it on the cushion beside me before pulling me into his lap.

“What they talking about?” He asked as he gripped my thighs.

“Just checking in,” I started. “Oh, and Tay wanted to know if I was letting you slut me out to the gawds,” I laughed.

“Shit, I’m trying,” he admitted as he gripped the front of my neck and brought me into another kiss.

Before I could say anything else, a crash from the playroom made Lennox stop kissing me. We both looked toward the hallway, and when Rhyse and Lennyn immediately started arguing, his head dropped back against the couch.

“Man, I’m about to beat both their asses,” he grumbled.

“You know you’re just talking… go see what happened,” I urged, still in his lap.

“I already know what the fuck happened. They knew I was about to fuck you to the gawds and their little asses hated.” He frowned. “Come on.”

I followed him to the playroom, where a bin of toys was turned over across the floor and Rhyse and Lennyn were standing in the middle of it arguing.

“She knocked it over,” Rhyse said as soon as we appeared.

“Because he snatched the controller from me!” Lennyn shot back.

“I didn’t snatch it. It was my turn,” Rhyse countered.

“No, it wasn’t!” Lennyn argued.

Lennox stared at both of them. “I’on care whose turn it was. Why does the whole damn room look like this?” He fussed.

Neither one answered.

“Clean this shit up.” He pointed to the mess on the floor.

“But Daddy—” Lennyn pouted.

He gave her a look that made her get right and quick.