He curled his tongue at me. “I’d rather not.”
Asher rolled his eyes and brushed past me, heading for the kitchen door. “She’s not going to appreciate it as much as you’re clearly hoping, while she’s in an agitated state.”
I slapped Jonah up the back of the head as I followed them out, and he chortled.
21
~Asher~
Jonah hadn’t overhyped the situation when he’d claimed she’d awoken pissed.
Curses and bellows of indignation rang down the corridor as the three of us strode toward the spare room at the far end. Thuds and cracks sounded, furniture and hell knew what being tossed around. The walls were basically reverberating with her fury.
As we reached the room, the door rattled from her thudding against it, likely pounding her fist on it.
“Yeah, now you’re both grateful I’ve got all this hotness on display to provide an erotic distraction,” Jonah said, gesturing the length of his bare chest.
“Erotic distraction?” Killian said, shaking his head.
Jonah doubled down. “Hell, yeah. It would help a whole lot if Asher took his cock out too. That monster fuck stick can placate anybody through anything.”
“What about me?” Kill asked.
Jonah slid his fingers through Killian’s hair. “Aww, Pretty, your gorgeous face is already it.”
I ignored them and punched in the code on the keypad.
“Wait,” Jonah said, as I was about to open it. He was beside me in the next moment, urging me, “Let me go in first.”
“Why?” Killian asked, displaying what had become possessiveness when it came to her. It had me grinding my teeth.
“Because I’m the one who can take the most punishment.”
I gave him a look.
He held up his hand. “Right now. I mean right now, while you’re recovering from a stab wound.”
“Fine,” I said, recognizing the logic, and stepping back.
He eyed us in turn. “You want to do a countdown, brace yourselves properly?”
“Stop screwing around,” Killian told him.
“Yes. Just fucking do it,” I ground out.
“Jesus, I’m not used to the both of you being moody asses in the morning. Usually it’s just you being a grumpy ass until you get your coffee, Kill. Asher is the damned Energizer bunny every morning.”
“Jonah, fuck!” Killian snapped.
“Take a pill. All right,” he said, taking a beat, then pushing open the door.
I frowned when nothing happened.
No lunging attack.
Nothing flying our way.
No screaming.