tingly?”
He pulls me tighter, so tight there’s not a hair’s width of space between any part of my body and
his, from hips to shoulders. His fingers thread through my hair and he tugs me down to him. This is the
hottest moment of my entire life by far. I can feel every inch of him against me, but especially the hard
length of him pressed against my thigh. With a small moan, I tilt my lips to his and—
“Helloooo,” a voice says.
“Don’t look,” Zach mutters against my lips. “Ignore them, and maybe they’ll go away.”
“Hellooo, we can see you,” another voice says. Tipping my head slightly, I glance at the side
window and find Nick and Kade at the window, making fish faces and blowing on the glass so I can
see the entire inside of their mouths. “Hi!” They shout, waving when they catch my eye. “Things were
getting hot, but we don’t have all day. Let’s go move some furniture! Play kissy face later.”
Giggling, I drop my head to Zach’s shoulder, but not before I catch Zach throwing them the middle
finger, and them giving it back while grinning like loons.
“Your family is weird,” I mumble against his shoulder.
“My family is filled with cock-blocking assholes,” he says darkly. I feel a quick kiss pressed to
my hair, then he carefully helps me off his lap. “Come on. They won’t give up. But after we get
everything moved over, you and I are going to spend a little private time together.”
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ZACH
I honestly thought she was leaving, and my reaction to that scared the shit out of me.
How has she wrapped herself around me so quickly? I have no frame of reference for this,
other than some completely whipped brothers who seem to be happier than they ever have been.
Maybe I’ve found my happily ever after, which sounds sappy as shit, and I’ll deny it if anyone
asks, but there it is. I’m hooked, and I don’t think I want to be anywhere else. So the idea that she
didn’t feel the same, that she was ready to cut tail and run, hit me at my core. Thank fuck she’s not
going anywhere. Yet.
I glance over at her and groan. She’s killing me slowly, and she has no idea. The little glances, the
way she licks her lips. The brush of her hand on her throat and her hazy eyes when she looks at me?
I’m fucked.
Well, not fucked. Not yet. Her friend’s coming tonight, and I plan on having her all to myself for
