“I think Jack would have been pissed if I’d picked some snot-nosed teenager,” I say with a laugh. Dahlia wraps her arm around my waist as we walk through the store, picking out clothes.
“Ah, yes,” she says. “The man stun gunned my ex-roommate in the dick, Bee. I’m fairly certain whoever took your virginity may have suffered the same fate.”
Dahlia hasn’t called me Bee since we found her. It was Jacks and her thing, and I thought she forgot.
“Possessive and protective are exactly how I’d describe Jack,” I murmur. “When he didn’t want to deal with finding a date, he’d ask me to go to events with him. I was like eighteen when it started. He told people I was his cousin to shield me from the rumors, since ‘daughter’ would have been very weird. It only took one person to hit on me for people to get the hint that I was off limits.”
“What did he do?” Dahlia asks, finding a cute shorts set. I love seeing her long legs, so I add a black and teal sundress to the pile.
“He grabbed the man who wouldn’t stop touching me and hitting on me and slammed his face down into the table,” I remember.
“No one in the room freaked out, they just gave him a wide berth while Jack broke the guy’s nose and whispered furiously in his ear. Now, everyone is extra nice to me whenever I’m on his arm for events. It’s not often I need to do them.”
I say this part hurriedly, because I don’t want her to think it happened often. It was maybe a handful of times.
“You’re probably going to need to continue to do it,” she says. “I can’t really be out in public, even with the changes Jack’s made. I know Gareth was looking for me. You’re an adult, I would hope he’d get the hint.”
“I don’t know,” I sigh. “I have no idea what that man thinks or wants. My grandfather died last year, and Jack found some legal notices in my name. There’s money that he left me, but I can’t get access to it. I don’t really need it, since I have loans and work that allow me to live my life, and then you know how Jack is.”
“Yes, I do. I’m paying for all of this, I’ll have you know,” she says in a bratty voice, plucking up a super cute crop-top as we move to the changing rooms. Our arms are overflowing with clothing by now.
“The man is incorrigible, and probably refuses to let you pay for anything.”
“Exactly, unless it’s maybe ice cream,” I mutter. Dahlia giggles, because that was our thing. He’d sometimes let me pay for dessert, but he didn’t want me to use my money, even as a teen. I can see why, too.
The man is loaded.
“It just pisses me off because my mom’s dad was very sweet. He mourned his daughter’s death hard. I don’t know if Gareth will find a way to get that money.”
“Who were the notices from?” Dahlia asks.
“Gareth,” I growl, forcing a smile as Liona helps us hang everything up in a large dressing room.
The conversation is tabled as I sit and watch her change. Her breasts are released from the bra she’s wearing to try on a gold off-the-shoulder sheath dress with built in support, and I try not to salivate.
It’s a dress Liona chose. The woman has damn good taste.
Shifting in my chair, I let my eyes wander before getting up to help her with the zipper.
“Please buy this one,” I rasp, letting her turn to face the mirror. “I definitely vote for more gold in your wardrobe, baby. Jack will find a reason for you to wear this.”
“Then we need to find you a dress too,” she says stubbornly, eyes wide as her hands move over the dress. “Wow, it really is stunning.”
Liona is more than happy to find me a dress as I smirk at Dahlia. I have no problems stepping up to the plate to accept her challenge. The time flies by as she tries on clothing, and then she’s deciding on lingerie to wear underneath.
“The dark purple lace,” I mention, picking up the bra and panty set. “I vote for this one, please.”
Her eyes heat at the way I bite my lip as I gaze at her, and she nods as she takes off the bra she’s wearing to try it on. The size is perfect. In fact, Liona sized her and found she wasn’t wearing the right bras.
Turning, she makes sure she likes it, and I can’t wait anymore. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted her, especially when I’ve been checking out her body in various stages of undress. Pushing her against the wall, I ignore the fact that all that’s keeping us from the rest of the dressing rooms are curtains.
“Can you be quiet for me, baby?” I breathe, my hand ghosting along her skin until I wrap it around her neck. Watching Jack with her is teaching me to push the envelope with her.
A beautiful flush covers her chest as she whimpers softly, nodding. “Good, I’ve been a very good girl and shared really well today. I deserve a prize.”
Kissing down her chest as I follow the beautiful blush on her skin, I tighten my hand, feeling a rush through my body as she writhes.
“You like this, Dahlia?” I whisper.