Clara climbed off my bike and removed her helmet, her cheeks flushed from the ride, her amber eyes warm as she looked up at me. I tugged her against my chest and lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her hard…and no less possessive than I’d been last night when I’d taken her over and over again.
The second I lifted my head, she drew in a shaky breath, her eyes hazy and lips swollen from my kiss. She reached up to touch my jaw. “I’ll see you later?”
“Gonna get this shit handled as fast as possible.” My thumb brushed possessively over her bottom lip. “Don’t think I can go too long without having my mouth on you.”
She blushed and bit her lip as she pulled away. Then her expression sobered. “Be careful, Ronan.”
I inclined my head. “Always, baby.”
I watched her turn toward the store, her hips swaying seductively with every step. I was so damn distracted, I didn’t notice her siblings approaching until Harper’s amused voice broke through my thoughts.
“Well, good morning, Rebel,” she called out, her eyes gleaming with humor “Looks like you and Clara got an early start this morning.”
I raised a brow, feeling a hint of amusement despite myself as Clara’s other siblings joined her. Greg was grinning widely, nudging his twin with his elbow. “Except I don’t remember seeing them come back last night.”
Ella’s giggle was barely contained, her gaze flicking between me and the retreating figure of Clara. “Is our sweet sister doing the walk of shame?”
Shawn glanced up at his sister, then back at me, confusion on his face. “The what?”
Harper hushed him, then looked back at me expectantly. “So?”
I stared them down, my voice dry as desert sand. “You three gonna grill me every time you see me?”
Greg laughed and shrugged, completely unrepentant. “Pretty much, yeah.”
Harper tilted her head and grinned at me. “What else is family for?”
I shook my head slowly, muttering under my breath. “Fuck me.”
Greg snorted, clapping me on the shoulder. “No thanks. Pretty sure Clara’s already got that covered.”
“What do you mean?” Shawn piped up. “What’s Clara got covered?”
Clearly having forgotten he was there, chagrin seeped into the expressions of his older siblings.
“Um, the pies. Clara’s going to make them as usual. Rebel was just offering to help, and Greg was letting him know that Clara’s got it covered.”
Shawn frowned. “But he didn’t ask?—”
Ella cleared her throat and nudged her little brother in the direction of the store. “Mom’s calling you.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Shawn insisted, his frown even deeper.
“I mean earlier. She told me to send you to the store.”
“That doesn’t make sense?—”
“Geez, baby brother, just go find mom,” Harper groaned.
He spun around to face her, glaring as ferociously as an eleven-year-old could. “Don’t call me a baby!”
“Then get to work like a grown up and prove me wrong,” she snipped.
His gaze darted to the twins, then to me, but seeing that no one was going to take his side, he threw up his arms in disgust. “Whatever.”
Then he stomped off, kicking up dirt with each step.
I raised a brow, my lips twitching despite myself. “Good luck with that.”
