Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(25)

He grabbed my wrists roughly, slamming them down next to my head. His grip was brutal. I just knew I would have bruises as I tried to suck in oxygen after that rough blow to my chest. The tiniest bit of drying blood smeared the edge of his lip where my last blow had apparently made him bleed. His Gargoyle growled at me, his eyes glowing in mere slits glaring into my eyes. “That is enough, Little One.”

Jonathan slammed his hand down on Isaac’s shoulder, leaning over the bed and gave a hard jerk. He hissed, “You’re hurting her wrists.”

Isaac grunted, but his grip did lessen.

I flexed my hands repeatedly, and ordered breathlessly, “Get off me, Gargoyle.”

His lips curved cruelly. “Believe me, Little One. You haven’t met my Gargoyle yet.”

My lips thinned, and I glanced around him to find Jonathan’s eyes. “Get. Him. Off. Me.”

Isaac’s eyes widened as he was pummeled in the side, Jonathan leveling the Mayor onto his back, my wrists now freed. Jonathan had a forearm to Isaac’s throat where he lay over him right next to me. Even as I inhaled a large lungful of air, my chest expanding with my first full breath, Jonathan growled down at the shocked Mayor, “I don’t care if she made you bleed. If she tells you to get off her, you do it.”

Isaac blinked gradually, not moving under him. “So even though you have become slack in your vigilance, you’ve at least been practicing combat techniques.” A black brow lifted. “That was a new move.”

“Fuck you,” Jonathan muttered, pressing his forearm harder against the Mayor’s throat. “We haven’t sparred in a long damn time, so don’t pretend to know everything about my moves. And I sure as f*ck haven’t become slack in my vigilance.” His lips curved the barest bit. He whispered softly, a deadly breath, “I knew you were here. I just didn’t want to stop with her. We needed our time together, and I thought you would leave.”

Isaac stared. “You’re serious.”

“I am.”

Gradually, the Mayor’s lips twitched. He winked.

Jonathan blinked, oh so slowly. “You knew that I knew.”

“Of course. You reeked of irritation. Not exactly a typical emotion during bed play.”

My jaw was gaping. I jerked to sit up and wapped both of their heads. First, my man. Then the Mayor. “More damn games?” I growled. “Are you shitting me, Jonathan?”

Jonathan shoved the Mayor’s throat once more, hissing, “Seriously, get off her next time.” He swiftly rolled and rested flat on his back, his knees bent over the edge of the bed, the same as the Mayor, both of them laying side-by-side. Black eyes found mine.

“Peanut, I thought he would leave. If I had mentioned he was here before, it would have ruined the mood.” A gentle shake of his head, and then he stared at the ceiling. Same as Isaac. “The mood is definitely f*cking ruined now.” He jabbed the Mayor in his ribs with a swift elbow. “Thanks, *.”

Isaac grunted and lifted a hand, rubbing at his ribs. “Well…I’m not really sorry about it. Like I said, I couldn’t let you two have all the fun.”

I sighed heavily, the fight in me drowning out into exhaustion. I flopped onto my back and stared at the ceiling along with them, the Mayor’s warm side pressed against mine. I didn’t really care at the moment.

I blinked. “My breasts were showing.”

Isaac shook his head the barest bit. “The way he was angled, I couldn’t see anything.”

Jonathan chuckled softly.

The Mayor’s Gargoyle huffed softly. “Bastard.”

“Yep.”

A gentle quietness descended on my bedroom, not at all bad.

None of us moved, just lying there.

I blinked again. “What did Hanna say to you two when I left?”

“She left right after you,” the Mayor mumbled. “She didn’t say anything else.”

Jonathan muttered crossly, “What the f*ck was all that about, anyway? With Caleb?”

“I have no clue,” Isaac said, sounding tired. He even yawned. “But, Kennedy, if you touch him…not a great plan.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, not about to take orders from him, my bones relaxing down into the soft comforter. I gently nudged the Mayor’s arm. “When did you leave?”

“Nothing sexual happened between Jonathan and me when you left if that’s what you’re asking,” he mumbled on another yawn. “I finished my beer. Snooped through your belongings. Then I left.”

I stared, unblinking, at the ceiling. “Jonathan…you let him go through my shit?”

“Letting him is a strong word choice,” Jonathan griped grumpily. “He put something in the water that he handed me. It knocked me out for around fifteen minutes.”

“Wonderful,” I mumbled, then jabbed the Mayor’s arm a bit harder. “You’re the bastard.”

Isaac hummed, “Yes, at times.” He wiggled a bit on my bed. “This mattress is truly one of the softest I’ve been on before. Even if it is too damn girly.”

I instantly grouched, “It’s our bed. Jonathan’s and mine. I picked out the frame. He picked out the mattress.” The decorating had been all me. “Don’t even think about falling asleep—” My brows instantly snapped together when…I heard the softest snore. “You have got to be shitting me.”