Chapter 19 Yours #2
"And I've never felt so fuckin' shitty about everything I said leading up to it.
And I hated how much I wanted to keep doing it.
So I went and said that stupid shit about it being a mistake," his fingers dig into my back, trailing down and I swear he could've been a masseuse because gosh dang it feels heavenly.
"And now here we are," I say softly.
"Mm, here we are," he places his lips on mine in a soft kiss.
The door busts open and small peepee guy walks in looking around for Grey.
"Get the freak out loser," I scrunch my nose at him and he turns to us, hearing my voice. His eyes narrow and his lip curls into a sneer.
I stand from Grey's lap, being as tall as I can be compared to Jonas.
"Small tittie bitch," he growls and I'm not even offended because Grey told me that my boobies are fine.
"Say that shit. One more time," Grey's voice sounds scary as heck as he now stands behind me.
'Say it.' I mouth to Jonas who still glares at me.
'Whore,' he mouthes back to me so quickly that I'm one hundred percent sure Grey never even saw it. I feel like me and Jonas hate each other but we thoroughly enjoy being terribly mean to each other. Or that's just me.
"Hold me back Grey," I say and he doesn't.
"Grey I said hold me back," I whisper-shout.
"You haven't moved," he replies and I sigh.
"I'm about to, that's why I'm telling you to hold me back," I say. Come on, who doesn't know this?
He sighs and grips onto the back of my hoodie.
Ha, like that little grip can hold back my dark side.
I pounce.
"Grey, a little looser, I can't move," I admit. I mean, gosh darn he's freaking strong. I ignore the little baby smile that now sits on Jonas' face.
Well, he doesn't look like a brat when he's smiling.
"Are you done being a little shit?" Jonas asks like he's talking to a child. I feel Grey release me and starts storming forward. I grip onto his arm.
"I've got this Grey," I assure him before clearing my throat.
"You," I point to Jonas. Before I can even think of an insult, people walk into the room.
"Aye!" one of them shouts very loudly, "why wasn't I invited to this party?"
"Get out Sanfred," Grey grumbles.
"Who's this, who's this?" the guy Grey called Sanfred asks, smiling down at me. Don't compliment his dimples. Don't. Don't.
It's physically hurting me. Badly.
"What's your name doll baby?" Grey lets out a loud scoff, throwing an arm around my shoulder, nearly knocking me over.
"Oh, do we have a protective boy-boy here?" Sanfred smiles wildly. Boy-boy? Oh, that's my new favorite thing in the world.
"Mhm," Jai winks at me as he walks into the room, past Sanfred.
I feel a tug on my hair and I turn to find Linc, Jared Leto's hair clone, looking down at my hair in his hands.
Grey grabs my hair from Linc's hands.
"Don't fucking touch," he grumbles, a glare clearly present on his face.
"Can you teach me how to do that?" Linc ignores Grey. I smile wildly and nod.
I wish I had met these guys when Jake did.
"Oh," I remember Sanfred asked me a question, "I'm Azalea."
"Are you a new recruit? Are you gonna take my job or are you good with guns?" he smiles. Grey grips onto me and pulls me to his chest, holding the side of my face squished against him.
"No," he says sternly.
"Mama Bear is coming out," Sanfred laughs.
"Tell me all his secrets and I'll give you a hundred dol-" Grey covers my ears from Sanfred's offer and I giggle.
I like Sanfred.
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"Would you like to be my model?" I place my hands on my hips, staring up at Grey. His upper lip curls up unhappily.
"No," he grunts and I roll my eyes, leaning against the wall in his hallway.
"Then I don't want to hear it," I inform him and his face doesn't change.
"Sanfred just wants you to fucking touch him," he grumbles out.
Oh whatever. Using someone with long enough hair to help teach Linc how to braid means nothing. It just so happens that Sanfred has a flow haircut that is long enough.
"Then get me a doll," I offer.
"What do you just want me to pull one out my ass?" he asks sarcastically.
"Grey," I start, "I hope you don't do that in your free time."
"Use your own damn hair," he speaks still unhappily.
"In case you haven't noticed, my hair is down to my butt. It takes a long time to braid it and I'm not going to throw all the hard work I put in this morning away," I scoff. My arms were jelly after braiding all my hair this morning.
"It's not like I'm going to catch feelings for him by braiding his hair," I raise my eyebrow at him. I've only got those feelings for one person and he's standing in front of me. In a black shirt that makes me want to jump him.
He grabs the pocket in the front of my hoodie and he pulls me to him. Our bodies hit and he looks down at me as I peer up at him.
"I'm yours," he makes sure I know. He grips my jaw and he roughly kisses me. I heat up when his hand travels under the front of my shirt.
"When did you eat last?" he mumbles against my lips before continuing the kiss.
Two days ago, why?
"A couple of hours ago," I say strongly.
"What was it?"
"A pepperoni pizza," I answer. His eyebrows furrow into a frown.
"You don't like pepperoni," he responds expertly, recalling how I told him the last time we went to the pizza place I didn't like pepperoni's because I think they're spicy.
"I took the pepperoni's off," I shrug.
"Then it would be a cheese pizza, not a pepperoni," he acts like he's an apparent pizza expert.
"I'm not talking to you anymore if all you're going to be is a smart aleck," I narrow my eyes up at him.
"Fine," he says, pulling away from me, "like you can actually keep your damn mouth shut."
Somebody peed all in his Cheerios.
I give him a slight unhappy look to which he only emotionlessly looks at.
"When you're done being the way you are right now, come talk to me," I tell him before turning and walking down the hall and back into the living room.
Right as I'm entering, he grips onto the back of my pants and turns me back around to him.
"I'm done being a shit now," he assures me, "I'm sorry."
A little smile creeps onto my face and he bends, kissing me.
"Ooh, Azalea can I have a kiss too?" Sanfred's voice breaks our kiss.
"Fuck off," Grey sneers at him. Both Jai's and Linc's chuckles fill the room.
I plop my booty cheeks on the couch and Lincoln sits down beside me. Sanfred gives me a wink before sitting down on the floor in front of me, in between my legs.
I feel Grey's eyes on the both of us. And Bear's.
I find his eyes and he mouths 'kick him away'. I just roll my eyes and give him a little smile.
I look at Sanfred's soft looking hair. I brush his hair back with my hands right before I have to show Linc how to part it to braid it.
A tapping noise fills the room. It stays continuous. I find the source of the noise to be from Grey's bouncing leg which shakes the chair he's sitting in.
His face is very unhappy and beside him, Jai's face is happy as can be, smiling and everything.
"You start at the very top, okay?" I instruct to Linc who nods. I tilt Sanfred's head back. I show Lincoln how to part it in three ways all while he watches, contently paying attention.
Hopefully, he's paying attention.
Sanfred suddenly lets out a groan. I wince. Bear perks up at the sudden noise.
"Did I pull too hard?" I question.
"No baby doll, you pulled just right," he answers and my eyebrows raise.
"You're a piece of shit," Grey sneers.
"Grey, you're missing out man," he says, "it feels really good."
"I'm getting horny," he adds at the end and Grey shoots up from his seat.
"Protect me tiny woman," Sanfred shrinks back into the couch.
"You're done," Grey's voice announces darkly. He grabs Sanfred's shirt and he lifts him off the ground. He pushes him in the direction of the chair he was sitting in.
"I was kidding!"
"I don't give a fuck," Grey glares back at him.
I keep my glare on Grey as I take the hair tie out the very bottom of my braid.
Ooh, I'm mad.
I truly don't think Grey understands how hard it will be to braid my own hair while teaching someone how. It's not that simple.
His eyes take on a horny essence as I unbraid my hair.
Why is everyone horny?
Over the next hour and a half, I show Lincoln the braiding ways, demonstrating on my own and explaining thoroughly.
And glaring at Grey.
And now, as I sit in front of Lincoln as he braids my hair, Grey watches the man behind me's movements.
I hiss softly when my hair gets tangled in Linc's fingers. Bear lifts his head from my lap and looks back at Lincoln.
"Easy motherfucker," Grey scowls.
"It's okay, Linc," I assure him. Two or three times Lincoln practices on my hair before he figures we should call it a day.
I'm not sure how his arms haven't fallen off. The three guys pile out at about five in the afternoon.
"Have a good night baby doll."
"I'll see you later Azalea."
"Thank you for the help, Azalea," Linc smiles before leaving and closing the door after him. Grey brushes my now wavy and pretty frizzy hair away from my neck before bending and placing soft kisses under my ear. Bear sits his butt on my feet. I love this dog.
I lean back into the world's most jealous person and his hand slips under the front of my shirt.
"We're getting pizza," he pulls away gruffly and I groan.
"I'm not even hungry," I cross my arms and his eyes fall to my chesticles.
"Not the time to look at my goodies," I inform him.
"Lincoln got to," he grumbles unhappily and I hold my heart.
"What are you talking about?"
"You can't act like you don't know he was peeking down your fucking shirt every once in a while," his jaw ticks.
Come on, I know I've got pretty good goodies, but Lincoln needs to control it for Grey's sake.
"I didn't know. I was too busy focusing on trying to teach him how to braid hair on my own head, because somebody took away my model in a fit of jealousy," I uncross my arms and place my hands on my hips.
"He said he was getting fucking horny because of you!" his voice raises.