When I turn to my twin, trying to hide my confusion, he leans in to mutter quietly, “Their book club reads super sexy romance books. The girls always come home tipsy and…let’s just say, eager. Not gonna lie, I look forward to book club night.”
Well, if that isn’t some damn salt in the wound, I don’t know what is. Still, in typicalmestyle, I brush it off. “Geez, twinski, I didn’t need the deets on your sex life with Cam. Keep that shit to yourself next time, you dirty boy.”
I push back from the table. “I’m gonna order some food.” Pointing finger guns at Kat, I wiggle my eyebrows. “Preggo, you need some more garlic cheese fries?”
Her face lights up. “Oooh, yes, you’re my favourite brother. Thanks, Sawyer.”
“See?” I say, spreading my hands with a grin. “Favourite brother means favourite uncle.”
Someone throws a wadded-up napkin at me, probably Jude, the grump. I just let it bounce off me. Then, after taking their requests for food, I head to the bar and pass it on to the waitress.
“Hey, handsome,” a voice purrs at the same time nails rake down my arm, making me shiver — and not in a good way.
Turning at the same time as I shift back slightly, I flash a smile at Carrie Lyons. She lives in Westport but often visits friends in Dogwood Cove. Nothing against the woman; we hooked up and it was not a terrible way to spend an evening. But she had this habit of raking her stupidly long and pointy nails down my back. And while I don’t mind a little pain with my pleasure, that sensation was a hard no for me. Reminded me too much of needles.
I fucking hate needles.
“Carrie. Hi. How’s it goin’?” I try to keep my voice neutral. Because from the tone of her voice, and the way she’s leaning forward, making it almost impossible not to stare straight down her shirt unless I keep my eyes trained on her forehead, Carrie’s got one thing on her mind.
A repeat.
And I don’t do repeats.
But if Tori was the one asking…
Yeah, I wouldn’t say no to another night with her in my arms, surrounded by her warmth, her fucking perfect pussy hugging my dick so tight I have to fight back my orgasm almost instantly. The sound of her sweet voice screaming my name as she climaxes ringing in my ears.
And now I’m fucking hard. In front of Carrie Lyons. Who’s still looking at me like I’m a tasty snack she wants to eat.
Fuckity fuck fuck.
“You know, my friends are ready to head home, but I’m not.” As if I didn’t already know what she’s aiming for, Carrie’s suggestive tone is making it impossible to misunderstand.
I try to school my expression away from the grimace I want to give her. “Sorry, Carrie, I’m here with my fam-jam. Catching up, you know?” I stop myself before tacking on the wordsanother timebecause there’s not a chance in hell I want to leave that door open. I’m saved by the bell — or in this case, the appearance of some of the food I ordered for the table. Snatching it from the waitress with a grateful wink, I say, “Here, let me help.” I glance over my shoulder to Carrie, who actually looks disappointed, making me feel a teeny tiny bit bad for dismissing her so thoroughly. “See ya, Carrie.”
Then I beeline back to the table surrounded by my siblings. Setting the fries down in front of Kat with a flourish, I sink back into my chair. “Enjoy, parasite host.”
Her mouth stuffed full of fries already, Kat glares at me. I know what’s coming as soon as she swallows. “That’s got to be the worst nickname you haveevercome up with, and if you call me that again, I’ll revoke your uncle status.”
I just give her a massive grin. “You can’t do that. It’s biologically impossible.”
“Fine. You won’t be invited to the hospital after I give birth, so you’ll have to wait, knowing everyone else meets the baby before you.” She smiles triumphantly as my mouth falls open in horror, because that is a risk I’m not willing to take.
“Fine. You win this round.” I lean over and steal a fry from her plate, earning another glare. But this time I just shrug.
Lily catches Kat’s attention about something, and the spotlight from my aggressively emotional sister, thanks to pregnancy hormones, is off me. Not gonna lie, I sag in my seat a little. The woman has always been a powerhouse; she had to be with four older brothers. But now? Kat is a force to be reckoned with.
“Since when do you walk away from a beautiful woman at the bar?”
Beckett’s amused whisper is low enough for only me to hear. Twisting in my seat, I make sure he sees my eye roll. “Listen, twinbro. Just because you’re happily married and all that shit doesn’t mean I want to be tied down.”
He holds up his hands in defense. “Don’t be a dick. I’m just saying, I’ve noticed you haven’t really been hitting on anyone the last few weeks. Everything okay?”
It takes me by surprise a little that my brother’s asking me about my hookup situation, but Beck and I went through a weird rough patch a while back. My fault, I realize, so I guess he’s just trying really hard to make sure things are cool.
“Everything’s fine, Becky-boo. Worry less about my dick getting some action and focus on making sure yours doesn’t get bored with old married sex, okay?”
Of course, Cam had to hear that last bit, and her arm snakes out behind Beck’s back to smack the back side of my head. “Shut the fuck up, Sawyer, don’t diss married sex. It’s fucking amazing.”
