“Everett, could you pay attention to the task at hand, please?” my sister barks.
“Fucking slave driver,” I mutter under my breath.
“What was that?” she asks in sweet voice.
“Just wondering where Mom and Dad are. Surely, they’d have wanted to get involved with this.”
“They were busy today.”
“I bet they’re devastated,” I deadpan, making Linc snort.
“Don’t worry, I sent them something to get on with.”
“You know, if you’d planned a wedding more than a few weeks in advance, there might have been a little more time to—” Kodie’s words shrivel and die when Parker gives him a look. “Sorry, my bad. Rushing it all at the last minute is totally the way to go.”
“How would you know, Rivers? I don’t see a ring on my girl’s finger over here.”
Kodie lets out a heavy sigh. It’s almost as if he’s heard this a million times before, which can’t possibly be the case, because my sister would never dream of mentioning it…not.
“Do we need to do this again?”
“Leave him alone,” Casey says, coming to her man’s rescue. “He’ll ask when he’s ready, won’t you, baby?” Kodie’s lips part to say something, but Casey beats him to it. “It’s either that or someone else will.”
Kodie surges to his feet while the rest of us fall silent.
“Absolutely fucking not, Casey. You’re mine. And?—”
“Pay up, Daddy.”
Kodie’s head falls back, and his eyes close as if he’s praying for strength.
I don’t see what happens next because movement across the room catches my attention, and I watch as my girl floats toward the bathroom.
As if she’s aware of my attention, she glances over her shoulder just before she turns the corner. There’s an intent in her eyes that’s impossible to miss.
I force myself to stay put so it’s not completely obvious that I’ve gone chasing after her, but the second my cell buzzes beside me, my ass is off the couch, and I’m marching in the same direction.
Baby Momma: My fingers don’t feel anywhere near as good as your tongue…
“Motherfucker,” I mutter, reaching down to squeeze my swelling cock.
I don’t bother knocking; I know for a fact she’s waiting for me. Instead, I wrap my fingers around the handle and slip inside.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp.
She’s hopped onto the counter, tugged her long skirt up, spread her legs, and is…fucking hell…finishing the job I started.
“Oh fuck, no,” I grunt as I march forward and knock her hand away. “You don’t get to get yourself off. That’s my job.”
She lifts her chin in the air defiantly. “Then I suggest you take it more seriously, Mr. Donnelly.”
Gripping her chin, I silence her with my lips.
“Please,” she begs breathlessly, ripping her mouth from mine. “Rett, please.”
I hold her eyes, a smirk on my lips.
“Please what, sweetheart? What is it you want?”
