“Sorry for the cold breakfast spread today. With the AC dying on us, we couldn’t risk turning the oven on thismorning.” Leo says, grabbing a bagel off the breakfast he put together. I’ve appreciated his dedication to having breakfast ready for us each morning.
I load my plate up with fruit, hoping the cold food will help me cool down from the inside out. Especially if Theo doesn’t plan to put his shirt back on anytime soon.
“The AC is out? It's only seven in the morning, and it’s already ninety degrees out,” Beth complains from beside me before viciously tearing into a bagel.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got a guy on the way,” Alex reassures us.
“No, we’re going to fix it ourselves. It’ll go faster, and we only have until about ten o’clock until the heat really gets bad.” Roman heads toward the back deck, motioning the guys to follow. “C’mon, we don’t have all day.”
Leo grabs four waters from the fridge before following Roman out back. Alex grunts in irritation but follows anyway. I barely catch any of it because I’m too distracted by Theo’s body to notice anything happening around me.
I’m watching a drop of sweat make its way from his collarbone down to the waistline of his shorts when he interrupts me by grabbing a piece of pineapple from the plate I forgot I was holding.
My eyes dart up to his, and without saying a word, he pops the piece of pineapple inside his mouth, smiling at me as he follows his brothers out back.
I was hoping to catch Roman this morning to see if he had any thoughts on my portfolio that I sent him last night. Given the urgency with which he books it outside, I decide to hold off until the air conditioner is fixed.
“Why does part of me think they did that to us on purpose?” I snap out of whatever trance Theo put me in when Beth asks me a question.
“Did what on purpose? Make the AC go out?” I take a seat at the counter after grabbing a couple of cold waters for the two of us.
Beth comes to sit beside me. “I just meant making sure they were shirtless, looking their best, when they knew we would come down here having just gotten out of bed. But I like where your head is at too.” She has that look on her face. The one that saysI’m developing one of my evil plans, and you’re going to be dragged into it.
“Beth, no. They didn’t do any of this on purpose,” I say as I dig into my plate, relishing the chill of the fruit as it slides down my throat.
“Even if they didn’t do it on purpose, I say we get them back later.” She nudges me with her elbow.
“Get them back?”
“Yeah. By the time we’re done, he’ll be the one wanting to take a fucking photo.”
And suddenly, it becomes clear. This isn’t aboutthem;it’s abouthim.I chuckle, biting into a piece of fruit, nodding along to the “plan” Beth has for later.
It’s innocent enough, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing Theo squirm a little.
“Game on, boys. Game fucking on.” Beth raises her water to me, and I properly clink my plastic bottle to hers.
25
THEO
How many Kane men does it take to fix an air-conditioning unit? Apparently four.
By the time we finish, we’re all dripping in sweat from the heat outside. I’m in desperate need of a cold shower and a break from being around my brothers. I love them, but whenever we have to fix something, Roman thinks he knows best, Leo sides with him, and Alex just wants to fight everyone on everything.
“Prince Charmings have come to the rescue!” Alex says as we head back inside. It’s just as hot inside the house as outside, but at least we have some shade. With the air-conditioning fixed, it should cool down by tonight as well.
Heading toward the kitchen, I’m stopped dead in my tracks at the sight laid out before me.
Beth and Sienna stand near the kitchen island, fussing over something on the counter. I don’t bother to look because I can’t pull my eyes away from Sienna.
Her thick curls are tied up on top of her head,exposing her slender neck and kissable collarbones. She’s wearing that goddamn blue-striped bikini top again that perfectly supports and barely covers her perky breasts. I have flashbacks of taking one of her brown nipples into my mouth. The thought sends a wave of pleasure through my body and straight to my cock.
Her shorts hang low on her hips, exposing the ties of her bikini bottoms just above her waistline. I take a few deep breaths to get control of the growing erection in my shorts, but all hope is lost once she picks up an ice cube.
Torturously slow, she drags the ice cube up and down her neck, across her collarbones, and then over her chest. Seemingly to cool herself down in the presence of this heat. I want nothing more than to lick the cool, melted liquid off her.
“You fellas want to take a picture? We make for a nice screen saver.” Beth’s comment pulls me out of the spell Sienna has cast on me.
