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“Keep your hands off my fiancé!” She screams back.

“You three have your hands full with that one,” Dad says through the laughter.

“Yeah, we do. The girl can hold her own.”

“Should we go break that up before we can’t eat dinner?” he asks. I laugh and nod my head as we both turn and walk over. Denz is already trying to calm her down, but it does little good. We step up, and she finally releases the girl from the hold she had on her, and the girl rushes off.

Denz doesn’t waste any time lifting Arya in his arms and heading for the bathroom. He motions for me to follow, and I do as Dad and Sasha head to the table.

We step into the bathroom, and I lock the door behind us.

“What the hell are you two doing?” she screams at us, looking between the two of us. That’s when we close the distance between us. We crowd around her, and Denz snatches her shorts down her legs along with her panties. I tug at her shirt until she lifts her arms and allows me to remove it. Then my lips are on her neck, licking the scar that has formed.

Denz drops to his knees and spreads her legs wide, diving into her pussy.

“You think you can just fuck me, and I’ll calm down?” she asks, anger still evident in her tone.

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” I tell her. She moans and arches her back as Denz licks at her. His hands slide up her thighs before pulling her pussy apart for better access. He runs his tongue all over her as I suck on her flesh. Then I lower my head to her nipples and pull at one with my teeth. Arya hisses as we both work her over.

I reach up and shove two fingers in her mouth and halfway down her damn throat. Arya sucks them, and I damn near come in my jeans.

Denz keeps going as I move to the other nipple. Once I tug it with my teeth, she lets go. Her scream pierces the silent bathroom as she gushes into Denz’s mouth. He laps up everything she has to offer as I slide my fingers out of her mouth. Arya pants as I grab her shirt and tug it back on before moving to her shorts next. I help her put them on as she catches her breath.

When we’re all situated, we walk back out of the bathroom as if nothing happened. We walk over to our table, where Dad already ordered drinks for us. Arya’s cheeks are flushed and everyone knows what we did. Not that we care.

The waitress comes and takes our order and we just sit around and talk. The girls laugh at stories dad tells about us boys when we were younger.

“So you’ve lived in the same house since they were kids?” Arya asks.

“Mostly, yeah. The boys always had the basement for them,” he adds.

“I love your house, Mr. Staton. One day, I’m going to have a house like that,” Sasha says.

“I told you to call me Jarrod. And you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, Sasha. It’s a pleasure to have you,” he tells her. She smiles, beaming up at him.

“Thank you.” He nods at her as our food is brought and sat in front of us. The girls dig in and start eating, but I can tell dad is on edge about War.

“We have another opening in New York in a few weeks,” I remind dad.

“You boys are really doing well with those. I’ve heard from management that everything goes smoothly when you’re there,” he says.

“We do our best, but I think it’s Arya who gets the attention. She seems to attract men,” Denz adds this time. Dad chuckles as he looks over at her.

“There’s nothing wrong with gaining some attention.”

“As long as we don’t have to beat anyone’s ass over her,” Denz tells him.

“I can handle myself,” she adds as she bites into her taco.

“We know you can.”

“And that’s why we love you.”

Chapter 41

Arya

I hate it. I fucking hate it. I’m so down and depressed it isn’t funny. My heart doesn’t feel right without War here, and I never thought that I’d have those kinds of feelings for anyone.

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