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The sheets are completely off me, and I look over at Noah, passed out on his stomach.
“Noah is right there,” I mouth to Kaleb.
He stops and cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Shut up,” I tell him. “We weren’t thinking last night.”
I’m well aware we’ve already had sex once with his brother asleep mere feet away, but I shove Kaleb off and pull the sheet up over me. He can wait until we’re alone.
He huffs and crawls back up, lying down and tucking me under his arm. I snuggle in, reveling in his warmth.
He grabs something off the counter next to the bed and shoves it at me.
I hold up the paperback.
“What’s this?” I ask, reading the title. “The Sirens of Titan?”
I look up at him, and he opens the book to where it’s dog-eared.
He hands it back to me, pointing.
“You want me to read it?” I ask.
He nods.
I half-smile. I guess he does read.
And if I’m not letting him do things to my body, then he’s still making me entertain him, I guess.
I remain under his arm, but flip onto my back and clear my throat. “Chapter ten…”
Jerking the wheel right, I plant my foot on the ground, letting the bike skid to a halt before speeding off again toward the house. I laugh behind my helmet, feeling Kaleb right on my ass as the dogs chase him, tails wagging.
We’ve been home for a couple weeks now, Noah and I having no trouble dragging Kaleb back down the mountain. I think he knew I wouldn’t be comfortable up at the other cabin, and he wasn’t about to let me go anywhere he wasn’t going to be.
Jake plowed and salted the driveway this morning, and when his back was turned, we took the bikes.
I race to the house, my stomach doing somersaults at the wind and speed, and I brake, coming to a stop. Looking behind me, I watch as Kaleb slides to a halt, the vein in that damn gorgeous neck bulging as his arms flex.
I want to go back in the shower. With him and his hands and all the things his eyes and smiles whisper to me when we’re alone.
I haven’t slept in my own bed for a single night since we got back.
“You two!” I hear Jake bellow.
I jerk my head, straightening as he barrels out of the shop. Shit.
“Off!” he barks. “Now!”
I park the bike and climb off, trying to hide my smile.
He stalks over to us, looking at the McDougall bikes. “Great. Now they’re dirty,” he growls. “I have to clean them again— No, you know what? You’re cleaning them.” He points to Kaleb and then me, too. “You’re both cleaning them!”
“We were going to,” I tell him, taking off my helmet. “You want some pancakes or something?”
He cocks an eyebrow and turns around, ignoring my sudden change in subject.
I throw a look at Kaleb. He just shakes his head.
