threw his arms up in the air and stomped over toward Harper.
“Oh, Damian, I want you to meet Lara and Betty.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Damian, I heard you’ve been keeping my girl here company,” Betty said.
“I’ve been doing my best.”
“See, you can go out, find a friend, and socialize,” Lara said, sighing. “It was so hard to get her to come out tonight.”
He was done listening to the friends. Slapping Damian on the back, he made his brother aware he wasn’t about to wait all night.
“These are my brothers, Abel, Gideon, and Oliver.”
“Wow, you really weren’t kidding about the whole sibling thing,” Harper said.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Harper,” Abel said, wanting her to touch him. He held his hand out, ready, expecting her to hold him. Instead, she looked at his hand, and then up at him. Her lips were pursed, and she wasn’t interested.
“I wish I could say it’s a pleasure. It’s never fun to have a guy squeezing your ass before you even know his name.”
Her two friends gasped.
“I apologize. You do have a nice ass.”
Harper’s cheeks went a deeper shade of red. She looked so fucking cute, and she’d look even cuter bouncing on his dick.
She shook her head. “I’m going to head home. I’ll see you both in the morning.”
“Would you like me to see you out?” Able asked.
“No.” She climbed off the stool, and made her way toward the door.
He wasn’t going to let her leave all on her own. Following behind her, he kept up the pace with Damian beside him.
She stopped, whirling around. “Stop. I don’t get why you’re following me. I can make my own way home.”
“What is your name again?” Abel said.
“What? I’m not going to tell some creepo what my name is.”
“I’m not a creep.”
“You touched my ass, and you did it without permission. You’re a creep.” She turned to Damian. “Thank you.”
She tried to walk away, but Abel wasn’t about to let her get away. “I want to go on a date,” he said.
“What? No.” She spoke the last bit with a forced laugh. “Why don’t you go find another woman to fondle?”
“I don’t want to fondle anyone else.”
“You’re so weird. God, I was only here for my two friends, and I wish I hadn’t come.”
“I’ll leave you alone,” he said.
She turned to face him. “What?”
“Give me your full name, and I’ll leave you alone.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll follow you home, and you won’t get me to leave.”
“I’ll call the police.”
“I own the police.”
Her gaze once again landed on Damian. “How are you two related?”
“I ask myself that every single day,” he said.
“Fine. I tell you my full name, and you leave me alone?”
“Yes.”
“Harper Mavis.” She turned on her heel, and walked away.
Grabbing his cell phone, Abel dialed a number, and pressed it against his ear. “You’re not to go near her.” He glanced at his brother, who was watching her nice round ass. “You hear me?” He snapped his fingers.
“I hear you.”
“Hi, I want the full details of a Harper Mavis. I expect it in two hours.” He hung up, and turned toward his brother. “She’s mine.”
“Tell me one thing, Abel,” Damian said as he made to turn away.
“What?”
“Is it as intense as they say?”
Abel knew what he was asking. Glancing toward Harper, he nodded. “The world falls away, and you know without a shadow a doubt that she will be yours for the rest of your life.”
****
The apartment Saturday morning was always interesting. Harper sat in her chair at the kitchen, and waited to see who would appear out of her friends’ rooms. Chewing on the cereal, she put some money on Betty. Out of her two friends, Betty was the early riser. Both had come back with men last night.
The earbuds had gone in, and she’d been listening to random styles of pop to fall asleep to. It was much nicer than the sex that was being played out in the other rooms. All three of