Amelia’s eyes practically zoom in on me. “You gonna take me to bed, Boy Scout?”
My cock doesn’t have the filter on it my brain does, it doesn’t consider the fact that she’s drunk, off limits while she’s staying in town, and that Wyatt’s sister-in-law is standing right next to her. He practically jumps at the suggestion, all for doing just that.
“I’m going toputyou to bed, there’s a big difference there. Jesus Christ, you’re gonna get me in trouble, Amelia.”
“He’s such a Boy Scout!” She jabs a thumb at me.
Lexi waves dismissively. “I already told you, I’m not gonna tattle to your brother. What do I care if two consenting adults have a little fun?”
My eyes narrow in on her.
“Oh, relax. Live a little, West. I’m not saying break her heart, but don’t be so scared to enjoy yourself while you’re here. He doesn’t own you.”
“Hear fucking hear!” Amelia calls out, fist raised in the air in enthusiasm. “Life’s short. Have a little fun.” She waves one arm, gesturing up and down at her body. “I’m little, and I’m fun. Have me!”
Lexi laughs at her before speaking. “Plus, she told me about your dick way before she was shitfaced, so I know it’s not the alcohol talking.”
Amelia shakes her head from side to side in big motions. “Not the alcohol. Maybe a little the alcohol. But notjustthe alcohol.” She’s speaking a lot slower than she normally does, with a slur I’ve never heard before.
“Okay, Big Momma,” Lexi tells her, spinning Amelia to face me. “I’m going to put you in some good hands now. I want you to text me in the morning and reassure me you survived the night, and I can bring you some painkillers if you need them then.”
“We exchanged numbers,” Amelia tries to whisper it to me, but everyone within fifty feet heard.
I try not to be jealous that Lexi got this girl’s number, and after these couple of weeks I still haven’t. Though, if I had access to her around the clock, I’d probably get us both in trouble, fast. Last thing I need is to be able to tell her the filthy thoughts running through my mind as I’m falling asleep each night.
“We’re officially friends now,” Amelia shout-whispers to me.
“Night, new bestie!” Lexi calls, grinning at the two of us, then patting me on the shoulder as she heads back around to her driver’s side and leaves Amelia with me.
“Let’s get you to bed,” I say to Amelia, one arm under hers, leaned down to support her tiny body with mine.
“Finally! I thought it wasn’t gonna happen for ages but fuck waiting. Let’s do this.”
I tilt my head back for a quick second, ask the Lord what I did to deserve this kind of temptation, this unfair treatment, and regain my resolve.
“What did I tell you the other night?”
She has to pause for longer than usual to think back in this state. “You’re not going to make the first move on me while I’m drunk?”
“Exactly.”
We’re about a quarter of the way to her van now, making slow progress through the gravel lot.
“For the record, I think waiting is bullshit. It’s no one else’s business but ours.”
I hum, wishing that were true. “Sadly, I know someone who would disagree.”
“What stick does your brother have up his ass?”
“Wish I knew, angel.”
She gasps, stopping in her tracks and pulling back from me enough so that she can stare up at my face. “Why did you call me that?”
“Angel? It’s the first thing you reminded me of when I saw you pulled over that night. A dark, morbid little angel with that sense of humor of yours. And, ya know, those tits are heavenly.”
Her eyes shine a little brighter beneath the exterior lights of the garage, but she doesn’t say anything else. Just turns and starts walking toward the van again.
“Good to know you want me,” she huffs. “You’re not just pushing me off.”
