“What are you going to tell her?”
He takes his phone back and texts her, then shows it to me.
I’m with my girlfriend,it reads.We’ll talk on Sunday.
“Sunday?” I say. “Why Sunday?”
“Because I’m busy tomorrow.” He kisses me. “Didn’t I tell you? You’re spending the day with me. We’ll start with a driving lesson. You can drive us to breakfast.”
“I’d love to, but I can’t. Trystan and Braden will be back and Brock might show up.”
“We’ll figure it out.” His arms wrap around me as he kisses my neck. “Maybe I’ll sneak in your room.”
“It’s too risky. Braden almost caught you tonight. I can’t believe he didn’t.”
“I’m not worried about Braden.”
“You should be. If he finds out about us, it’s over. He’ll tell Brock, who will lock me in my room and put guards at the door.”
“That’s not gonna happen. Trust me.” He pulls me closer. “I just want to stay here all night. Here on the couch. Your naked body wrapped around mine.”
Damn, he turns me on. Not just his body but his sexy words. His deep voice.
We remain there, our kisses quickly turning into more. We end up in his bedroom, finishing what we started before falling asleep.
“Rumor,” I hear Jackson say.
I flip over in his arms and open my eyes, noticing the light coming through the windows. “What time is it?”
“Eight. Your phone’s going off.”
I bolt up. “Shit. Where is it?”
He reaches across me and picks it up off the nightstand, handing it to me.
“It’s Brock,” I say as it continues to ring. “What should I do?”
“Answer it.” Jackson gets out of bed. “See what he wants.”
“What if he’s home looking for me?” I ask, distracted by Jackson’s backside. It’s all muscle, just like his front.
“It’s up to you, but I think you should answer it.” He goes into the bathroom and shuts the door.
“Hey, Uncle Brock,” I say, yawning for effect. “Why are you calling so early?”
“I thought you’d be up. Are the boys home?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been asleep. I saw them last night and then went to bed. I haven’t seen them since.”
“I’m hoping they didn’t get in any trouble last night. Those first few football parties tend to get out of hand. But as long as the police didn’t show up at my door, we’re probably good.”
“Did you decide to stay in LA?”
“I will as long as Morgan doesn’t kick me out.”
I hear her laughing in the background. “Brock, don’t say that.”
“Is Livia around?”
