“Hey, David,” Liana smiled up at the huge behemoth of a man, his high and tight brown haircut told me he was most likely a former Marine. He was cute in a straight laced kind of way, but I only had eyes for a hot singer with a bad ass tattoo.
“Yes, Ms. Liana,” he replied, not moving an inch.
“Have you informed my brother as to my whereabouts already?” Liana asked as she rolled over onto her belly and kicked her heels up to sway them back and forth. She looked like a bad little elf when she did that. I laughed a little and that made David’s jaw clench ever so slightly.
This could be fun. I bet we could break him before the weekend was through.
“Yes, Ms. Liana, I have already informed them,” he answered, still not moving.
A quartet of very nice looking and half naked men strolled by, slowing as they came in front of our lounge chairs. “Hello, ladies,” the dark haired one said. He was tall, not as tall as Reed, but just as good looking. His hair was short and he too had a lot of tattoos. The other guys were blah…plain looking and forgettable. They looked like college boys.
“Can we buy you a drink?” the dark haired leader asked while doing a once-over up and down both of our bodies. I felt a little violated.
“No, thanks,” Liana giggled, holding up her Mimosa. “We’re good.”
When the guy made a move to sit at the end of my chair, I pulled my knees to my chest. David was there before I could protest. “Sirs, you will need to leave.” David changed at that point and went from the silent giant in the background to the raging predator between the threat and his charge.
“What the fuck?” I heard something even scarier reach my ears. Looking up I watched as Ash barreled toward us, Gabe and Reed on his heels. Our admirers paled considerably and eased away from Liana and I.
“Hey, man,” the dark haired guy stammered. “Ash Martin, right? I’m a huge fan.” He reached his hand out for a hand shake. Ash just clenched his jaw and shook his head in a tight jerk, telling this guy there would be no autographs for him.
“I suggest you leave,” Ash growled at the men. They looked at me and Liana and back at three quarters of Glory Days and took off.
Ash turned toward me, his eyes furious and if he’d been a cartoon character, I’m pretty sure steam would be shooting out of his ears right now. Thankfully, I was still wearing my sunglasses so he couldn’t see the amusement in my eyes.
Ash growled something and I swear it sounded like he said, “Blue fucking string bikinis!” He turned to David and let out a string of curses. “Really? Your only job is to keep people off of them. What happened?”
“Hey,” Liana shouted, jumping up from her chair. “Leave David alone! He was doing his job just fine until you barged in! You overprotective asshole!”
During all of this I remained seated and silent. I wanted to defend David as well, but it looked like Liana had it handled. Ash shifted and removed his shirt walking over to me. He thrust his hand out, “Put this on now!”
“No,” I replied and tilted my chin toward the sun.
A second later I could smell him. Two seconds later I felt his sweet breath on my cheek, and I knew his lips were close to my ear. “Don’t push me, Mary. And God knows not to disobey me. Put on the fucking shirt before I go to jail for murdering the next pansy ass college boy who comes barking up my tree.” I opened my eyes and I could see his whole body vibrating and I found it rather scary and a whole lot of sexy.
This was what he meant by control. He needed this and he demanded it. It took me less than five seconds before I took his shirt and pulled it over my head.
That was not a very good idea.
It was a vintage Metallica t-shirt and it smelled like him. I really wanted to bury myself into the neck of it and die. The thing was huge and fell to about mid-thigh. He must have been heading to work out, because he wore black basketball shorts and there was a hotel towel slung across his right shoulder.
Gabe and Reed were hovering near Liana and all three were looking toward Ash like he’d just sprouted horns. Which I guess you could say he did. I wasn’t sure what to do next. The hairs on my neck tingled as I watched him visibly relax once he took in my appearance in his clothes. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he looked relieved. Like he just marked his territory.
Why did that thought do funny things to my insides?
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