He catches them midair and instantly drops them with a shriek.“Fuck!Why are they wet?”
“Those are your nieces and nephews.In liquid form.”
“Vile.”He makes a gagging sound and rubs his hand on his leg.“Don’t talk to me.Don’t breathe near me.I’m never recovering from this.”
“You won’t have to recover.”I glare at him over my shoulder.“Because I’m going to kill you.”
Dove lifts her head.“Both of you shut up.”
We both freeze.
“Leo.”She rubs my spine in a placating gesture.“Give us a minute?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.I’ll go.”Hands raised, he backs up slowly and winks.“But this is going in the family group chat.”
His laughter follows him out and lingers long after he shuts the door.Because he’s still there, still laughing on the other side.
Rage crawls up my throat, and my hands curl into fists, knuckles whitening and forearms trembling to rip his head from his body.
“He’s dead.”I untangle myself from her and help her stand.“Go upstairs and get dressed.And don’t come down.I’m about to commit murder.Lots of blood.Foul yeti organs everywhere.”
I charge to the knife block on the counter and grab a three-inch paring blade.
Nah.Too dull.Definitely too small.
I swap it for the five-inch meat cutter.That’s the one.
“You’re not stabbing your brother.”She plucks the weapon from my hand and drapes a blanket over my shoulders.
“Just his eyes.”I reach for the blade again.“And his tongue.”
In a flash, she sweeps the entire block of knives under her arm and bolts toward the stairs.Gloriously naked.
For a derailed moment, every molecule in my body shorts out.
Her hips sway as she runs, muscles flexing under smooth skin, the curve of her ass tightening as she climbs.Her blue hair flies behind her like a flag I’d follow into any battle.Every bounce and shift of her body owns my attention.
My mouth falls open.Until she vanishes beyond the top step.
I blink.Once.Twice.Reality snaps back.
“Those aren’t the only knives in the house!”I shout.
“Wash your dick and clean the mess on the floor!We’re expecting company!”
Right.
My family’s on their way.
To congratulate me on losing my virginity.
Of all the torture in Alaska, this is next-level.
I’d rather run upstairs and spend the rest of the night making love to my woman.
But murder first.
I wash up in the guest bathroom and run a towel over the sticky floor.Then, with the blanket tight around my shoulders, I storm to the front door and kick it open.
