“Uh, having breakfast.” I squeeze my eyes shut. If I was alone, I’d play along, but no matter how close the three of us are, there’s no way I’m talking dirty to him in front of them.
“Ah-me-li-ah.” He drags out my name as though he’s tasting every syllable and loving it. I swallow, my throat dry. He’s not said anything even remotely smutty, and yet my skin’s prickling with frustrated need. “You can do better than that.”
I give a nervous giggle. Sure I can, but not with an audience. “I don’t want to corrupt my little sisters.”
Ava and Abby make disgusted noises, and Gage chokes. “Okay. I’ll put my dick away then.”
I snort with laughter. “Is that the only reason you called?”
“Nah. Wanted to make sure you got home safe.”
My stupid heart leaps at his concern.Maybe it’s more than just sex.More than a drawn out one-night stand…
“And let you know I haven’t forgotten we’ve some unfinished business.”
Right. My ass gives an involuntarily twitch, and I’m back to avoiding my sisters’ eyes. But despite the spark of lust, disappointment burns through me.
Of course he’s still interested. He said I owed him, and he wants full satisfaction. That’s fine by me. It’s not like I’ve never wondered what doingthatwould be like, and Gage is the only guy I’ve met who’s told me he wants it.
One more night together, and that’ll be it. Over. And when I say over I mean the whole mess of plotting the Viking Bastards downfall in the dead of night…
“You still there?” He sounds on the point of laughing, as though he thinks he’s freaked me out.
“Sure.” My voice is breezy even though I have the terrible fear my heart’s cracking. “You didn’t think I’d back out, did you?”
“You didn’t think I’d let you, did you?” He turns my words back on me, and I stifle a sigh. Christmas or not, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay at Odin’s once we’re done. “Before I forget. You’re not working tonight. We’re going clubbing. And tell your mom not to wait up for you, because you’re not going home tonight.”
Chapter Twelve
Gage
I toss my cell onto the bed, still grinning from our conversation. She didn’t say anything about our date tonight, but I’m taking her silence as a yes.
No way is she walking out on me in the middle of the night again. I was fucking pissed when I realized what she’d done, until I remembered the only reason she hightailed it was because of her mom.
I link my hands behind my head and can’t stop another stupid grin from cracking my face. I’ve never had a chick worry about what her mom might think before, but somehow it’s so Amelia.
A loud banging on the front door pulls me out of a memory of the look on her face as she rode me last night. I consider ignoring the door and taking a shower to relieve my hard-on, but some masochistic streak I never knew I possessed wants me to wait until tonight, when I’ve got my girl back here, where she belongs.
I drag on my jeans and leave the fly open in fear of irreversible injury. Gotta be in full working order tonight. It’s crazy how much I want to see her again.
Zach’s at the door. Might’ve guessed. Ever since he told me he didn’t want me rocking up to his place like I still lived there, in case he was fucking Grace, he’s stopped using his key here. Although, now I’ve got Amelia, that’s not such a bad thing.
If only Tod would just shift his ass and find his own place.
We go into the kitchen, and I refresh the coffee while Zach paces the floor like a caged lion. I shoot him a sideways glance.
“What’s up?” Something occurs to me. “Heard any more about Rex Abbott?” I’ve hardly thought about him since Zach texted me a couple of old pics. And I mean old, like ten years. While I respect my brother’s sharp wits, it’s possible he was mistaken.
He frowns at me as though he has no idea what I’m talking about. “Need to talk to you about something.” He folds his arms and leans his butt against the counter. I shrug and mirror his stance.
“Fine.”
He doesn’t say anything. Just glares. What the fuck’s eatinghim?
“I’m doing Christmas with Grace this year.”
“Okay.” I’m not sure why he says that like it’s a huge revelation. He can’t get enough of her. Although we’ve always tried to make an effort for Kat’s sake, it’s not like we ever do much for Christmas, anyway. She spends the day with Savannah’s family, and Zach and I usually drop by for the big spread Jett’s old lady does.
