When we entered the room, Cole stood in the middle of the room. “That’s how we all know Rage has the bigger dick.”
Of course, he couldn't filter himself even a little bit. “I don’t think I even want to know what’s going on.”
Cole spun around and gave me a thumbs up. “I was just saying that you must be happy that your mate is the one with a bigger …”
“Whoa, stop!” If he couldn’t stop himself, I would. “My parents are right here.”
“See, and you complained about me not being a lady.” Jess rolled her eyes and plopped down on the love seat.
“Who can be a better lady than you are?” He pointed both thumbs at himself. “This guy.”
“Oh, you’re right.” Jess grinned evilly and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I forgot about that problem. But you’re right, you make a damn good girl.”
“No.” Cole’s smile vanished, and he shook his head. “Don’t you dare start that shit again. I’m not a bad lay, and my dick is huge.”
“Will you shut up?” Rage sighed and sat back on the couch. “Raven’s parents are in the same room.” He glanced at me and patted the empty spot next to him in the center.
“Mr. Wright gets it.” Cole pointed at my Dad. “Don’t you?”
Mom mashed her lips together, trying not to laugh.
“As much as I don’t want to hear about my daughter's friends’ genitalia, I’m sure she doesn’t want to learn about my massive size either.” My dad couldn’t prevent the smile that tickled at the edge of his lips.
“Okay, that’s enough.” I went over to Rage, sitting next to him and Damien.
Damien groaned and glanced at me. “Why would Isadora do this to me?”
“Speaking of which, let’s go get ice cream.” Jess stood and clapped her hands.
“Did you just applaud your idea?” Cole rubbed his chin with his thumb. “I’m going to have to steal that for my own.”
“That’s fine as long as you give me credit each time you do it.” Jess winked at him and then turned to me.
“That sounds pretty good to me too.” Damien popped his neck and stood. “Are you guys game?”
“You guys go on and have some fun.” Mom moved into the foyer and grabbed her purse from where it was hanging on the coat hanger. She pulled out a twenty. “Bring me back a hot fudge sundae with all the fixings.”
“And I’ll take a peanut butter and banana milkshake.” Dad spread his hands out. “The largest size they’ve got.”
“I’ve got it, don't worry about it.” Rage grabbed my hand and smiled at my parents. “Afterall, you’ve cooked us dinner and are letting us crash here for the night. It’s the least we can do.”
“Are you sure?” Mom held the money out.
“Rage is right.” Damien opened the door and motioned for us to step out. “We’ve got this.”
“Y’all be careful.” Dad hollered as we all climbed in the car.
As usual, I got stuck in the back with Rage and Damien. I pretended it was a hardship, but that was the best seat in the car. “Alright, there is an ice cream shop not too far from here.”
“No, no, no.” Cole shut his car door and closed his eyes. “We drive around ’til we find something everyone agrees on.”
“But there …”
“There is a process to be respected here.” Cole pulled out of the driveway and turned right, heading to the exit from the subdivision.
I sighed, and Rage wrapped his arm around me. His voice was barely audible to me. “You should know better than to fight. Guide him where he thinks it’s his idea, remember.”
Damien smirked and nodded along.
Damn, he had good hearing. “Okay, Cole. Turn right up here.”
“What did I say, Raven?” Cole glanced in his rearview mirror and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t test the process.” He then turned left, smirking the whole time.
Luckily, the shop was down this main road, so we’d be there any second. It was my favorite place to get ice cream or sweets. They had it all there.
“Look, I found the ice cream shop I want to stop at.” Cole pointed at the Golly G’s sign. He pulled into the parking lot. Immediately, I recognized Greg’s and Sheila’s vehicles.
I hadn’t even thought about them being here. It was one of their regular hangout spots. “We could keep going.”
“Nope, this is it.” Cole opened the door, and Jess followed suit. “Come on.”
I thought about fighting it more, but I knew I shouldn’t let them being there change things. As I climbed out of the car, Rage grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. “Everything okay?”
My body began buzzing at our connection. “It is now.” I grinned at him, and he laid his forehead on mine.
“I’m happy to oblige.” He lowered his lips against mine with gentle pressure.
I reached around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. The shop door opened, and an all too familiar voice called my name.
“Holy moly, is that Raven over there making out?” Sheila giggled. “She never did that with you, Greg.”
“Oh, they’re always doing that.” Jess lowered her voice but said it loud enough for us to hear.
“At first it’s unsettling.” Cole sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “But it eventually becomes like a picture on the wall. It begins to just blend into the surroundings because it’s always there. They’re always being lovey-dovey or making kissy faces.”
Rage’s lips stilled on mine, and he barely pulled back. “Do we continue to ignore them or behave and go in?”
“You might want to go for an ending.” Damien appeared next to us, and his body was tense. “We’ve got douchebags coming out.”
“Yeah, she’ll be crawling back to me.” Greg snickered and pointed at me.
“You better not take her back.” Ian’s disdain was always evident in his voice. “She’s giving up the milk for free. So you know he ain’t buying that cow.”
That was the final straw.
“What did you say, dickhead?” Rage pulled back, shooting daggers at Ian.
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t insulting you, just the bitch you're kissing.” Ian snickered like he had said the funniest thing in the world.
“Are you an idiot or a moron?” Cole scowled at them and walked over to Ian. “I can’t decide if either one of those titles best fits you.”
“What the hell?” Ian straightened his shoulders and glared back.
“Personally, I think douchebag-moron fits the best.” Jess tapped her index finger to her lips.
“I also like the simplicity of Rage’s suggestion of dickhead,” Cole muttered and looked up to the sky as if he was seeking divine intervention.
“Why don’t you all go back to Bloodshed, and leave us the hell alone?” Greg stepped in front of Ian, attempting to stare Cole down.
“Wait. Weren’t you the guy who came and visited us?” Jess stepped next to Cole, staring the group down with him.