He leaned into my hand, and I threaded my fingers through his dark curls in a gentle caress.
“Okay,” he rumbled. “We’ll give you some space while you’re with your friends.”
Marco growled, but Joseph speared him with a steady stare, aquamarine eyes glinting.
“Fine,” Marco bit out. “But I don’t like it.”
“I know,” I reassured him, pressing a kiss to his tight jaw. “Thank you.”
He leaned into me, relaxing a fraction when he touched his forehead to mine. “We’re still going to have a talk about your recklessness tonight, princess,” he warned.
“I really was about to text you,” I said, but it wasn’t a protest. He needed to know that I would obey his order to stick with Jayme, and after the scary moment with the handsy guy at the bar, I needed my Daddy to hold me.
“I believe you, babygirl.” He brushed a kiss over my cheek. “But it’s my job to protect you.”
“I think your Daddy’s going to spank you, angel,” Joseph whispered in my ear, the heat of his subtle threat fanning over my neck.
“Definitely,” Marco rumbled.