Page 30 of Damaged Protector
“Ohhh, has Hawk gotten you into the Den of Sin yet?” Gram inquired.
“I-I don’t know what that means,” I stammered, looking at the other women for help.
Bristol quirked one perfectly arched eyebrow at me, a smirk curving her pretty lips. “That’s what the guys call Hawk’s bedroom because the man is sexually…” She circled a hand in the air, searching for the correct word.
“Depraved?” Shiloh suggested.
“Debaucherous?” Gram added.
“Let’s go with adventurous,” Bris drawled, stretching out the last word. “Actually, the Den isn’t in his bedroom anymore. Since he’s living by himself now, he decided to use the one next to his. Waylon went over and helped him add a door connecting the two rooms.”
I’m living with a depraved, debaucherous, adventurous sex maniac with some kind of sin room? Holy shitballs.
“Is it… I mean, am I safe there?”
All three women busted out laughing, and their responses had me relaxing a bit.
Shiloh patted my arm with a comforting hand. “Honey, I can’t think of a single place safer for you. Hawk would never lay a finger on you because Cam would murder him. Plus, he isn’t dangerous. Like Bristol said, he’s adventurous in the bedroom. But we all get a little freaky sometimes? Right?”
No.
“Jorge and I do,” Gram spoke up.
“Who’s Jorge?”
“That’s my boyfriend,” she replied proudly.
Bristol leaned forward over the table. “But we call him her friend in front of Waylon so he doesn’t have a stroke.”
“Ah, gotcha. That’s sweet that he’s so protective over his grandmother.”
“Yeah, if Waylon knew half the stuff we got up to, he’d have to be medicated. We’re gonna try anal this weekend.”
Shiloh covered her mouth with her hand to cover her laugh at the same time Bristol’s forehead clunked against the tiled table.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or gasp in shock—probably a bit of both would be warranted—so I sucked down a healthy gulp of my alcoholic beverage in response. This lady was hilarious.
“Number ten, number eleven,” the man from the ramen shop called, and I rose to my feet when Bristol did to retrieve our food.
“Gram is something else,” I commented as we walked across the beige floor, and Bris giggled.
“She’s nutty as squirrel poo, but we love her.”
The next hour was spent eating and laughing with my three amazing new friends. Oh, and more fruity drinks, of course.
I felt so normal and… happy.
Chapter 9
The humid air was filled with the blended sounds of birds chirping in the oak trees and the high squeals of children playing.
“I’m surprised there aren’t more folks out here today,” I commented, looking around at the handful of people in the park.
“Too fucking hot for most,” Tank said, swiping a bead of sweat from his neck.
Cam leaned against the back of the brightly painted bench and stretched his long legs out in front of him. Tank was beside him, and I was reclining against the thick trunk of a tree.
“It’s important for kids to get some sunshine. Get their heads out of their devices and enjoy the fresh air for a while,” Cam commented, his blue eyes firmly on the two little girls who were taking turns on a twirly yellow slide. This park had a toddler section, all the play equipment appropriately sized for the little ones.