Chapter 35 No laughing matter

***POV - Meleana I wake up with a jump, coughing frantically as a bunch of water is dumped on my face. I holler as the now wet shirt clings to my body and I glare to find whoever is responsible for this brutality. My eyes fall on my oh so lovely doggone cotton-picking brother, the evidence of the crime still in his hand. He grins from ear to ear before sprinting from the room. "Jackson blooming Blackburn!" I scream while pulling back the blanket from my soaked body and bolt after him. "I m going to kill you and then make sure your sperm can t reproduce!" I hear him howling from somewhere in the house and I run down the stairs and point-blank into a hard chest. Strong arms grab my waist and hoist me in the air before I can fall smack on my face. "Careful, angel." I see Jackson s face watching me with a huge grin from the kitchen and I feel like slapping him to smithereens. I narrow my gaze while looking at him over Damion s shoulde