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For a second, my insides froze in horror as I waited for betrayal to cross over his face, but it never came. This could have gone so wrong and I hadn't even thought about the repercussions of keeping Marcus's secret from my guys.
"You have to trust me just how I have to trust you," I whispered to Dash. "And I trust Marcus. I would trust him with anything. When he asked me to keep this to myself, I agreed because I didn't think it would hurt any of you. Well, except for maybe Rain's feelings because he's psycho where Marcus is concerned. Otherwise, I knew it wouldn't hurt any of you in a damaging way and it's about time you all trusted me as much as I'm expected to trust you."
I opened my mouth but shut it when Dash's fingers pressed against my lips. "I get it," he told me in a quiet voice. "And you're not wrong. I trust you and, until Rain showed up and things went tits up around here, I would have told you that I trusted Marcus entirely. If you say this isn't going to hurt us and we don't need to freak out about it, then that's good enough for me and it will be good enough for the others."
I worried, though, because even though I knew he'd be right when it came to most of the guys, there was still Quinton and Rain, and they were uber alpha males who would rather gouge out their own eyeballs than see anything hurt me.
"Come on, beautiful." Dash grabbed my hand and dragged me off the bed behind him. "As much as I want to finish what I started and put my mouth all over the rest of that sweet body of yours, now isn't the time. We'll wait until we're home alone and it will only be me who gets to hear the noises you make when I've got my mouth between your legs, and then my cock buried in your tight, wet heat."
Holy shit.
My face flamed as things low in my belly tightened at hearing Dash talk like that. He'd always been very reserved with me, always asked for permission before getting hands-on with me, and was generally very careful with his physical affections where I was concerned—pushing to take things at a snail’s pace with me even though we lived together.
It looked like the time for slow was over when it came to Dash, and I could not freaking wait.
Maybe it would be what ultimately pushed the rest of them into being physical with me.
God, I hoped so.
Chapter Seven
Iwasn't surprised to find Quinton propped up against the wall in the hallway between my bedroom and Dash's. His arms were crossed over his chest and his feet crossed at the ankles.
"Time to face the music," Dash murmured happily.
I didn't think there was much that could deteriorate his good mood. A little bit of snuggling and tonsil hockey apparently did a body good. At least in Dash's case. I was willing to bet Quinton would agree with him.
Quinton studied my face before smirking and stating, "You look flushed, baby. I didn't send you in there so you could get it on with Dash while we all entertained your father down in the dining room."
I couldn't be more embarrassed if I tried.
"Shut up, Quinton," Dash growled in a low, dangerous voice. His good mood suddenly gone.
Ignoring them both, I headed downstairs.
Dash was silent on his way down, but Quinton's cowboy boots clomped loudly the entire way. I had to give it to him, he looked damn good in those cowboy boots.
"You're awfully calm for just having learned this news," Quinton said in an accusatory tone. "It's almost as if you'd learned about Marcus's rash actions before this morning. Like, say, maybe you might have learned of his treachery when he took you out to lunch with him just yesterday. And, perhaps, you'd forgotten about it and that’s why you didn't fuckingtell mewhat he was doing."
"Hmm..." I muttered noncommittally. He certainly had my number, that's for sure.
I waved to everyone sitting around the dining room table as I headed straight for the kitchen. I had been up for far too long without my caffeine fix, and if I had to go much longer without it, then there was no telling what I might do to someone. They all knew how I felt about my coffee in the morning so it wasn't a surprise when not even Quinton himself followed me into the kitchen.
The first coffee mug I pulled down from the cupboard had a pentagram on it and said something about summoning demons. It went right back into the cupboard and I pulled down a different one that had a pearly set of vampire fangs on it. Much better.
Demons freaked me out. Six months ago I would have sworn that neither demons nor vampires actually existed. Now, I just assumed, like everything else unpleasant in this world, that they were lurking somewhere in the dark just waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
It was disturbing really. All the things you always thought of as merely nightmares, the stuff of horror movies, when you found out they were actually real and all you wished for was for them to once again become the stuff of nightmares and no longer reality.
I poured coffee from the carafe into the mug. Then milk and sugar. I liked it sweet and sometimes I even liked it a whole lot when it tasted nothing like actual coffee.
I took my mug full of steaming goodness into the packed dining room and plopped down in a seat between Damien and Tyson. The spot between them was the only available seat and I found it odd that I was placed between those two of all the guys. The guys who had previously dated Annabell tended to like Ty a whole lot less than everybody else. To me, it was completely unfair and I wanted to smack some sense into all of them, but was so sick and tired of fighting with Annabell's ghost that every time I even thought of her with one of my guys it turned my stomach.
I didn't want to come off as the jealous girlfriend, so I was trying to keep my mouth shut and my opinions on the matter to myself. It was getting harder by the day though. Sooner rather than later, I was going to explode all over them and tell them just what I thought of their stupidity and inability to move on from the past.
I sat back in my chair and sighed happily as I sipped my coffee.
All around the table males were angrily voicing their opinions as if they had a say in the matter and some of them were even going so far as to tear Marcus's character apart.
