Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(24)
“What?” I asked incredulously, my attention shooting to the lone chair. “What?”
The deepest, softest chuckle echoed from thin air above the chair. Isaac’s voice rumbled, “It took you long enough.” He snickered again and just appeared, the moon bathing him where he sat on top of the back of the chair, his legs spread so his feet rested on the arms of the chair. He leaned and placed his elbows on his knees, one of his hands holding a cherry red apple that he then bit into, the crunch loud in the silence. His lips curved as he chewed, his eyes glowing dimly on us. “Jonathan, that was sloppy.”
With a hardened jaw, I swiftly pulled the comforter over Jonathan’s bare back, covering us a bit more.
Isaac’s lips twitched as he took another bite. “Little One, neither of you has anything that I haven’t seen before.” He snickered quietly, but his gaze turned serious as he tipped his head, turning his attention to Jonathan. “You haven’t ever been that sloppy before. I could have stabbed you in the back a hundred times over. Just how reckless have you become?”
“As you saw, I was a little distracted,” Jonathan ground out through his clenched teeth. His jaw ticked, his gaze furious. “How long have you been here?”
Isaac stared into Jonathan’s eyes for a long moment, still appearing none too pleased until he glanced at his apple and took another bite of it. His lips curled the smallest bit, taunting merrily, “I’ve been here since the two of you said your sweet ‘I’ve missed yous’.” He tilted his head toward my opened bedroom door, adding, “Cute pup, by the way.”
“She’s not a pup,” Jonathan griped, rolling off me but keeping the covers over me to stand beside the bed, glancing around at the floor. “Lucy’s full grown.”
Isaac stared out the doorway. “Really? That can’t be right. She’s so damn small.”
“It’s true,” Jonathan muttered, stalking to grab the overnight bag he had brought, rifling through it until he yanked out a black t-shirt. He quickly put it on. “Isaac…” He sighed heavily, pulling his t-shirt down, furious eyes glaring at the Mayor. “This is really not the way to go about your endgame. Not only are you frustrating me, but you’re royally pissing Kennedy off.” He gestured between him and me. “We needed to be alone tonight. This,” a wave at the Mayor sitting on top of my chair arrogantly eating an apple, “was not a good plan.”
I snorted, my ire almost at a boiling point as I sat up on my bed and pressed my back to my pink quilted headboard. I kept the comforter tugged up against my chest. “Isaac, get your ass out of here.” I glared. “And don’t come back.”
Another crunch of his apple was his answer, his gaze moving from Jonathan to me, holding my furious gaze. “I did tell him I’d be back tonight. And so I am.” His brows rose in a taunting nature, a shrug of his shoulder as he tossed the core of his apple into the trashcan next to the chair. He swallowed his last bite. “Plus, I can’t let you two have all the fun. Not alone anyway.” His lips curved the barest bit, and if I wasn’t mistaken, his Gargoyle peeked out.
My nostrils flared, and I barely kept from jumping out of bed to bash his head against the wall behind him. “Look, Asshole-Mayor, let’s say I went along with the most stupid idea ever, of the three of us being together. What then? To me, all I would forever think is that you were merely playing ‘house’ with me, just waiting for me to die so you could have my man all to yourself.” I lifted my brows, staring pointedly. “Why in the f*ck would I want to live that kind of life?”
His head teetered back and forth. “For the record, your man kissed me first.”
“Isaac…” Jonathan growled softly in reprimand.
The Mayor waved an absent hand. “I won’t do it, but damn, she’s got a pretty active imagination.” His gaze scanned my flushed, furious face. “Perhaps she can handle the games.”
That was it.
I tossed the comforter aside, growling under my breath as I lunged.
I flew through the air right at him.
He…actually…laughed. Even as I nailed him straight against the wall, pounding with my flying fists on his chest and face. He continued chuckling as he tried to catch my arms, attempted to restrain me where I pressed against him, standing on the seat of the chair.
I, um, bit his neck. Roughly.
Past furious, I sunk my teeth into the soft flesh below his ear.
His neck muscles clenched under my bite.
The bastard groaned.
“Argh!” I shouted in extreme aggravation, and then flat out sent an uppercut straight to his jaw, watching in giddy delight as his head flew back and bashing against the wall. I didn’t stop laying into him as he grinned and continued to try to capture my arms. But I was fast. Always had been. I was pretty sure it was because of my smaller stature, not a whole lot to grab onto when I was really moving.
“Jesus,” Jonathan finally muttered, coming out of his shock.
Rapid footfalls came our way, so I sent a swift elbow to the Mayor’s cheekbone, grinning maliciously as the side of his face slammed against the wall…and that was when his Gargoyle growled. My mouth parted in surprise, a shriek falling past my lips when Isaac moved.
“Oomph,” I croaked, his shoulder ramming against my chest. We were flying through the air. My back hit the bed hard with my head bouncing and bashing back up against Isaac’s chin. “Ow!”