His arm drops while he squints at me. “Did you fuck around on Paige?” He keeps his voice low, but I can hear the threat under it.
“Not even once. Not even a little bit. I’m as stubborn as an old mule when it comes to that. Sophia will have me for as long asshe wants me.” I swear these twins have some sort of psychic link.
Both of them are questioning me about the same thing in short order.
I’ll tell them over and over.
She’s the one for me and I’ll do anything to make her happy.
Sawyer’s lower lip sticks out, appraising me like he’s on a grand jury.
“Just for the record—” His shoulders relax. “—there’s a lot of room to hide bodies at Black Gulch.” Then his mouth tilts in a smile and he reaches out to slap my arm. “Until then, welcome to the family.”
Swiveling on his boot heel, he opens up the entrance and waits for me to go in.
“You okay?” Sophia mouths from her stool at the bar.
I nod, sliding into the seat next to her. “I think y’all have some serious initiation rites though. I have never been threatened this many times in a week.”
It kinda makes me chuckle knowing how protective the McCullough’s are.
Sophia lets out a bit sigh, rolling those pretty blue eyes. “Like a cowboy mafia, huh? I could have told him it was a waste of time.” Her fingers spread over my thigh far enough that her pinky brushes my crotch. “But I guess, since you’re upright—” She leans closer, feathering her lips over my throat. “—you passed.”
The only person in the world who would ever consider standing up with me is Brent.
Yet somehow, I think that once Sophia and I are married, there’s a whole ass Black Gulch clan who would fight to the death for me.
And I would for them.
Magical dick
Sophia
This is what Iwanted.
Music cranked, punctuated occasionally by the sound of power tools from the spare bedroom, fresh eggs and bacon in a pan, and dancing with the tunes in nothing but Oliver’s oversized t-shirt.
When I told him about skipping steps, I was dreaming of landing here.
With a man who loves me, plans for the future, and the peace of knowing that we’ll aim for them together.
Loud pounding at the back door makes me freeze.
Just as I turn, Brent barges into the kitchen, his dark eyes are pin-points under his furrowed brows.
“Oliver!” he bellows, halfway across the tiles before he stops and turns.
“You?” He blinks at me rapidly. “Sophia McCullough? Did you put him up to this?” He waves his phone at me menacingly.
All I have is my spatula, but I hold it up like it’s a sword. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but you need to learn how to wait for someone to let you in.”
The side of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “This ain’t your house—”
“Yea, it is.” Oliver appears from around the corner, crossing his arms over his chest. His scowl at his own brother would make most guys quake.
Damn, I love him.
Brent’s cheek drops into a frown. “You havegotto be kidding me. She’s the one?”
