I whack him on the arm. “Very funny.”
“Hey, you said you had a shotgun.”
“Right, a shotgun, not laser beams from my eyes.”
He wraps his arms around my shoulders. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For housin’ me when I had nowhere else, for bein’ there to scare away the vultures.”
“I’m sorry people have let you down in the past, but I’m not planning on being one of those people.”
He brushes the hair back off my face. “I almost wish they weren’t comin’ up the driveway with food right now.”
“Or what?” I sass. “You better deliver on any innuendo later,Cowboy.”
He presses me into the wall, his hand on my neck, my heart fluttering wildly. His lips meet mine, and it’s a raw, demanding, downright obscene kiss, and I can’t get enough. I wrap my arms around his neck as our tongues meet.
Goddamn, Izzy!I mean, I love her, I know she’s just being helpful, but I need Brett’s dick right now, not chow mein.
“Brett,” I gasp when I feel his cock against my hip. “They’re gonna be here any second.”
“Then you’d better be a good girl or I’ll take you over my knee again and keep them waitin’ outside until I’m done.”
My eyes widen and I mime: ‘Holy fuck’,just as there’s a rat-a-tat-tat at the door. We both jump. Goddamn George and his beast of a truck. They could’ve driven slower.
“Hold that thought, honey,” he drawls, stepping back, adjusting himself, and straightening out his shirt.
“Not fair,” I say, still plastered against the wall. “Now all I want to do is get rid of the two people feeding us and keeping the bad guys out.”
“I’ll reward you later.” He smirks.
My mind jumps to all kinds of positions we haven’t tried yet, and in just a few minutes I need a goddamn cold shower. He holds out a hand, pulling me off the wall. “Can’t keep our guests waitin’ now, can we?”
I point at him. “You’re gonna pay for that kiss.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
I head to the door, barefoot, my comfy Daisy Dukes still on from earlier. When I open the door, Izzy swings a bag in my face.
“Food delivery for the most talked about couple in town,” she chimes.
My eyes widen. “What?”
“Oh,” Iz says as she steps inside. “Yeah, about that?—”
George steps in behind, giving me an eye roll. “Hope you don’t plan on going out anytime soon.”
“I’m getting to that!” Izzy snaps, but George just chuckles. They’re used to each other after all these years, but there’s times where they still can’t stand one another.
“Oh, no,” Brett groans. “Is it that bad?”
Izzy nods. “Afraid so. There’s at least fifty so far.”
I pale. “Fifty? Outside my front gate?”
“Yep.” Iz pops the ‘p’. “So, yeah, George was keeping everyone out, nice to know you’re good for something,Georgie-Boy.”
