And here we have exhibit A.
Logan sat up and rested his forearms on his thighs. “She’s actually having fun?”
“She has a thing for Alice in Wonderland,” I explained.
Micha grumbled, “That explains the rabbit tattoo.”
Guess big brother didn’t know everything after all. I had more than one rabbit tattoo.
“What is she? Five?” Logan snickered.
He had no idea. There was naive, and then there was whatever the fuck Harper was. I kind of liked it though. The way she looked up at me with her lips wrapped around my cock all full of fear and uncertainty was continuously playing in the back of my mind. I was getting hard just thinking about the way she meekly reached out with one finger.
“Good luck with that.” Micha scoffed. “It’s hard to break someone that naive.”
“You’re telling me.” What kind of chick Harper’s age hadn’t at least peeked at porn. I wouldn’t be surprised if she hadn’t looked at her own pussy. She better not have done a shoddy job shaving that shit. “You ever have anyone boop your dick?”
Both Logan and Micha slowly turned their heads my way.
“What?” Micha asked.
“Okay, hold up,” Logan lifted a finger in the air and made a motion like he was tapping a nose. “Are you talking like boop, booping?”
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck?” He paused and looked up, pondering something, before adding, “Was it hot?”
So fucking hot.
I shrugged.
Logan grunted out a, “huh,” then laid back down.
If I were a betting man, I’d say Shelby would be booping a dick before the day was done.
No sooner had the thought left my head than Logan jumped up and declared, “We should go get the girls.”
Should’ve made that bet.
Micha cocked a brow. “They’re not done yet.”
“They will be when we get there.”
Meaning Logan was going to drag Shelby out of whatever chair or mud bath she was in.
Despite not wanting to leave, Micha grumbled and pushed himself up. When Logan got something in his head, it was useless to argue with him. Not that I was complaining. I was more than happy to get away from my brother. And Junior, who flipped me off as he walked past.
Little shit.
Not too long after that, Cheyenne came and grabbed Maggie for dance lessons. Leaving me alone with nothing to focus on. Except the redhead packing up the table. Harper now had her hair piled on the top of her head in a messy bun, allowing me to roll my eyes down the side of her throat.
My fingers tapped along with the hurried beat pulsing in the column of her neck. I could practically feel the fluttering of her fear under my palm. She knew I was watching her.
Every time her gaze shifted my way, a faint pink flush rushed across her cheeks. A nice tint that turned bright red when she realized that the teapot box was under the table. Down nice and low, in a place where she’d have to get on her hands and knees to reach.
Her eyes met mine.
Go on, Freckles.
