Page 37 of Cursed Love
“He was so angry when he left,” she whimpered, pissed it bothered her so much.
“Yeah, and he took it out on my poor dick.”
Brandy slapped his chest.
“You going to tell me what happened, or am I just going to kill my oldest friend?” Peter asked.
Hoping it would make her feel better, she told him everything minus the sweet and explosive lovemaking. When she finished, Peter held her against him and kissed the top of her head.
He sighed. “I’m sorry my dick’s so impressive.”
Brandy sat up and slapped him upside the head. “Seriously? That’s all you got out of this?”
“Well—”
Brandy crossed her arms and stared daggers at him, moving away from him and sitting on her legs. Peter’s eyes grew round, and his mouth dropped open.
“Stop! Mercy, mercy! I’m sorry!” he whimpered and cupped his crotch.
She stopped the burning sensation around his crotch and raised a brow.
“Jesus, I was joking… You witches can’t take a fucking joke!”
“Don’t curse at my woman,” Ryan threatened from the open doorway.
Peter grabbed himself, and she faced Ryan. A mix of relief and anger filled her at his presence. She knew without a doubt she was falling for him regardless of how little time had passed, but she refused to let him come in and out of her life like that. Brandy crossed her arms, focusing on her frustration and anger.
“Can I talk to you?” he asked, his eyes filled with remorse.
“Want me to leave, babycakes?” Peter asked, pushing to his feet and crossing his arms, anger pulsating in Ryan’s direction.
She wanted Peter there to keep her resolve. As upset as she was, the need to be held by Ryan was pushing against her defenses.
A wall of fire lifted to Ryan’s chest. It blocked anyone from stepping in or out of the room, which was a safe distance to talk to Ryan and a way to keep Peter there so all their laundry could be aired out. She had not done anything wrong and refused to feel like it any longer.
“You can talk,” Brandy said with a wave of her hand, ignoring the heat building in the room.
Ryan’s eyes moved from them to the bed, a faint question forming as he stared at it a moment too long.
“If you’re going to wonder or accuse, you do it to our faces,” she demanded.
He narrowed his eyes on Peter. “Are you trying to put the moves on my mate?”
“It’s not me she wants, you moron, sono,” Peter snapped.
When he seemed satisfied with Peter’s answer, Ryan turned toward her. “Are you attracted to him?”
“Youarea moron. Peter is attractive, but he’s more like a brother.”
Her answer did not make him happy, but there was no reason to lie. Peter was good looking, but her heart and body wanted Ryan. Only Ryan.
“Let me in,”he said.
“No. You owe us both an apology,”she told him.
Peter huffed. “Hello? I’m right here. You two are being rude.”
“How do you know we’re talking?” Brandy asked.
