Chapter 53 Territory
POV Damian:
“I liked it, but I’m still unsure.” She looked again at the color palettes in Liam’s hands. “Shouldn’t we wait to know the baby’s sex first and then pick a color?” she asked, biting the corner of her mouth.
Knowing the saleswomen would be here in the morning, my brothers and I decided to stay and help her with any decision she wanted our opinions on. We didn’t mind canceling all our morning meetings for this. Her smile is worth it. We’ve been at this almost the entire morning, and seeing how many doubts she has makes me glad we stayed.
“If you don’t like any of these colors, we could do an animal theme. There are some designs here that work for both girls and boys,” Noah said, showing her some wallpaper options.
“I still don’t know.” She shook her head, looking at the wallpaper Noah showed her.
“We’ve already decided almost everything about the baby’s room. Would you like to pick the color another day? Maybe once you know the sex of the baby? I don’t mind coming back,” one of the saleswomen said, giving me a look that was anything but professional. Scarlett didn’t need a minute to notice her stare and understand exactly what those words implied.
Scarlett stood up and walked toward me with a look I couldn’t read. She looked beautiful in her loose dress, her small belly more noticeable each day. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, exposing the neck I’m dying to bite. She stopped in front of me, her eyes shifting between me and the saleswomen.
“Did something happen?” I asked, curious.
“It did. I just realized I didn’t give my men a good-morning kiss.” She made sure to say it loud and clear. Scarlett grabbed my nape, teasing me with her long nails. “Give me a nice kiss, Damian,” she asked with a wicked expression—and I was incapable of denying her anything.
I lowered my head, intending to give her a light, innocent peck. I didn’t want to make a scene in front of people I didn’t know, but Scarlett clearly disagreed. She slid her tongue over my lips, wanting me to open my mouth, and when I didn’t do what she wanted, she started giving playful little nips to my lower lip—getting exactly what she wanted. Scarlett sucked my tongue into her mouth just like she had sucked my cock. I didn’t need much provocation to be ready for her again. I held her waist, pressing her body to mine.
She kept kissing me as if no one else were in the room watching. She gave me one more kiss—far too inappropriate for the moment—then slowed it down with several soft pecks.
“Wow, that was a champion good-morning kiss.” She smiled, winking at me before turning to my brothers. “Ethan, come give me a good-morning kiss too,” she said, puckering her lips.
Ethan wasted no time standing up and grabbing her waist, kissing her mouth—putting on quite a show. Noah soon stood as well and moved to their side. Scarlett slipped out of Ethan’s arms and into his. Their kiss was even more depraved. The saleswomen were blushing hard and looked away when Liam walked up to Scarlett and devoured her mouth, making her moan softly. Scarlett opened her eyes mid-kiss, glancing at the saleswomen, and I finally understood what the brat was doing.
Marking territory.
I shook my head and smiled.
“Or we can come back on whatever day you prefer,” the other saleswoman offered, clearing her throat when Liam squeezed Scarlett’s ass and she moaned loudly.
Devil.
“All right, you may go. If anything comes up, she’ll call,” I intervened before the poor women’s heads exploded from watching all that. Scarlett was already climbing onto Noah’s lap while starting to kiss Ethan. “Thank you, I’ll walk you out—”
“Don’t you dare, Damian,” Scarlett warned, stopping her kiss with Ethan just to glare at me. “They can find the exit on their own.” I gave the saleswomen a quick nod, and they rushed out.
“That was rude, Scarlett,” Noah said as Scarlett stood from his lap.
“Rude? They were practically climbing onto your laps,” she snapped, her face red. “‘Anything you desire, sirs, we’ll gladly deliver.’” She mimicked what one of the saleswomen had said, making us laugh and causing her to curse under her breath. “I’m the mother. I’m the one they should be buttering up—not the da—” She cut herself off, and I frowned, unsure if I heard correctly what she had almost said. “I’m tired. I’m going upstairs to rest.” She changed the subject, turning her back to us, but looked at me over her shoulder first. “I’m skipping work today, boss, and don’t even think about deducting it from my salary,” she said, all bold and delicious.
“I’ll deduct it in bed,” I shot back, earning a middle finger.
“Brat!”
“Jerk!” she yelled, leaving us alone.
Ethan looked at me, then at Noah and Liam. His eyes shifted toward the stairs where Scarlett had gone, and it didn’t take long before he followed her. If I understood correctly, Scarlett had been about to say that we are the baby’s fathers—and Ethan clearly didn’t like that one bit. What man would?
We haven’t been together long enough for Scarlett to even consider the idea of seeing us as the fathers of her baby. That’s Ethan’s role. We’re the uncles, nothing more.