Page 75 of A Hurt So Good

“It makes sense. She needs to feel apart of this family. I’m not sure she feels that right now.”

“I agree. I don’t think she does either,” Harlon says.

“So we go shopping tomorrow.”

“How do you know she even wants a ring?” I ask War.

“What woman doesn’t want a ring? And don’t pick some stupid shit, either, like a regular wedding band. She isn’t a regular girl,” he says.

“Clearly not if she fucks the three of us,” I laugh.

“What do you guys want to do today?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Take our girl out to dinner later. I think she’s working now.”

“Should we go interrupt her?” Harlon asks. We all shrug and War tosses the controller on the table before standing. The three of us walk up the stairs and then up to her room. She’s sitting where she always is, at the table on the balcony. She looks up when she hears us walking in.

“What the hell is this? An intervention?”

“It might be. What do we need to intervene with?” Harlon asks her.

“I wouldn’t know. Why do you all look so serious?” she asks, looking between us.

“Nothing. We’re going out for dinner tonight,” I tell her.

“Okay. And?”

“And what do you want to do now? We’re bored,” War tells her. She looks at her laptop and then back to us.

“What do you want to do?”

“Whatever you want to do,” we tell her.

“We could go to the pier. I haven’t been there yet,” she says, her eyes lighting up a little.

“Then let’s do that,” I say. Arya closes her laptop and picks it up, carrying it inside. She hooks it to her charger and then starts to strip.

“I thought we were leaving?” War asks as he slides up behind her, slipping his hands around her waist.

“We are leaving, so stop.”

“Then why are you teasing us?” Harlon whines.

“I’m not. I’m putting on a clean shirt. I can’t help that you three are horny all the time,” she tells us. The three of us laugh as War bites into her shoulder, causing her to moan.

“And you say we’re the horny ones,” I mumble.

“Fine. Let’s go,” War says before slapping her ass roughly. Arya jolts but goes straight to her closet and finds a different shirt.

“Can we walk?” she calls out from inside.

“It’s hot as fuck, Arya,” I complain.

“And? Stop being a baby.”

“We can walk if you want to, but I’m not carrying your ass back when your feet hurt,” I remind her.

“I don’t need you to. Harlon will.” Har nods his head like she isn’t wrong about that. She fucking knows I would do it for her if she asked me to. I don’t think there’s much we wouldn’t do for this girl.

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