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‘Azalea and I will take Tyson for the night. Just get to your room!’Kyson snaps at him.

‘I’m on my way. What is going on?’Gannon panics. Kyson growls, and I can tell he is mouth breathing. Looking at Trey, so is he and my eyes widen, and I gasp as it hits me, just as Kyson says it.

‘Can’t you feel her Gannon? Abbie is in heat!’he says, pushing his way into Gannon’s room. Tyson is asleep on the bed, and Trey quickly grabs him, rushing out of the room while Kyson lays her on the bed.

“Hang on, Abbie. Gannon is on his way,” I whisper, brushing her hair back. “It hurts,” she sobs, curling into a ball.

“Gannon can make it go away,” I assure her just as the door bursts open. The moment he steps into the room, it is like someone slapped him. His pupils dilate, and he growls. I back up as he shakes his head, realizing it is me and not another male. He watches as I creep along the wall as he remains frozen on the spot, unable to move.

“It’s Azzy, Gannon,” Abbie whines, and his head whips toward her. He blinks, moving toward the bed, and I rush past him and bolt out the door, slamming it shut behind me.

Chapter

Forty-Three

AZALEA

Kyson wakes early to Tyson trying to climb out of bed, which in turn wakes me. Rubbing my eyes, I hear arguing outside the door between Dustin and someone else. The door is slightly ajar and as I sit up, Tyson runs toward it, but Kyson scoops him up before he reaches it.

“Where are you off to, little man?” Kyson asks, bringing him back to me. I grab Tyson, wondering about Abbie and whether her heat has subsided. Yet, as the voices grow louder, my curiosity piques. “Lim, Lim,” Tyson tuts, grasping at the air and pointing to the door.

“I need to go shower,” Kyson says, pecking my lips just as Liam’s voice reaches my ears. I realize it’s Dustin and Liam arguing.

“Lim, Lim,” Tyson toots, squirming to get out of my arms before he goes limp on me and slides out of my arms. His little feet pound toward the door, and I groan, racing to stop him, not wanting to interrupt their obviously heated argument. Yet, Tyson shoves through the door. I quickly grab my robe, pull it on, and move closer to the door.

“Just go. You’re supposed to be watching Peter,” Dustin snarls at Liam as I approach the door. Liam is standing by the door, and Tyson rushes toward him. Liam scoops him up as if it is second nature to take the boy. He props him on his hip while Tyson smacks his chest, screeching. “Lim, Lim.”

“See, this is exactly what I mean, Liam. What happens when you want kids? I can’t give you that; I am a man, not a fucking woman,” Dustin snaps, pointing at Tyson. Liam looks at Tyson in his arms.

“What do kids have to do with anything? You always have some fucking excuse, Dustin.”

“Language, Liam.”

“The squid doesn’t know what I am saying. It’s been three damn years, Dustin, and you still turn me down.”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT FUCKING GAY. I AM GAY, LIAM. YOU’RE NOT!” Dustin yells at him. He pauses, then sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You mark me, then what? Later on down the track, you want kids and leave me for a damn woman. I don’t do vagina, Liam, I don’t swing that way, and I won’t handle seeing you with another woman. It is better to keep things the way they are,” Dustin tells him.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else, only you. How many damn times do I gotta tell you that?”

“You say that now. I see you with Tyson, Oliver, and all the other kids. You will want kids,” Dustin tells him. Liam snarls, looking down at Tyson. “Do I look like father material to you? I would fuck some kids up raising one. I don’t want kids, even if I eventually did. We got what…” he looks at me.

“A handful of kids downstairs that need adopting. Take your pick. Then what excuse have you got? I don’t want kids; I only want you, you Dustin. We can figure out the rest later.”

“You’re bisexual, Liam, not gay. You will want another.”

“What has my sexuality got to do with anything? I can be considered Mysexual, too; I fuck myself; I beat Mrs. Palmer a few times a week, too, I really give my left hand a fucking workout when you’re in a bad mood, but that doesn’t mean I want to continue fucking it. Damn, have a left arm like Popeye!” Liam snaps at him.

“Again, Liam language!” Dustin growls, and Liam shakes his head, wandering over to hand me Tyson. I take him, and Dustin sighs.

“I’m sorry Azalea, he is just leaving,” Dustin tells me, and I see Trey still as a statue by the window.

“Ah, who is watching Peter?”

“Don’t worry about him. Tied him really good to the bed. He ain’t going anywhere,” Liam tells me. I shake my head and look at Trey, who groans.

“I guess I will go get him then?” Trey says when I raise an eyebrow at him.