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Fucking hell, I’ve turned into my brothers. I’ve been bitten by the bug.
Maebh wiggled next to me, and I froze. That perfect ass pushed against me some, and I had to fight with all my strength to keep from stripping her down and burying myself into her. We’d tried twice yesterday to make love and each time we were stopped. I was tired of waiting for the right moment.
But first I had to piss. Slowly moving from her, I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.
Motherfucker. My entire body was sore from my tumble down the stairs.
After doing my business, I brushed my teeth. When I glanced at myself in the mirror, I took a good look at myself. “So, this is what being happy looks like?”
As much as all of this freaked me out, I knew it was what I wanted for the rest of my life.
I walked into the bedroom and stopped. The sight before me was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Maebh lying in my bed sleeping. She stole the air from my lungs by simply existing in the same room as me. The sun was peeking through the window, casting a light straight from heaven down on her.
It hit me so damn hard I stumbled a few steps. “Holy shit,” I whispered. “This is what I want to wake up to every…single…day.”
Maebh moved slightly and let out the sweetest little moan as she rolled over and tucked her hand under her chin.
I looked for my phone. Maebh must have put it on the end table. Grabbing it, I quietly made my way out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen, every step unleashing a new level of pain.
Hitting Tripp’s number, I took in a deep breath.
“Hey, how’s the fishing?”
“Christ Almighty, I need your help! Mom set me and Maebh up. Maebh is here with me, and yesterday was the best fucking day of my life. No, wait, I take that back. Today is the best day because I woke up with her in my bed, but we didn’t have sex. She’s driving me crazy with everything she does. I keep thinking how sexy she looks or how sweet her face is when she wrinkles her nose. Shit, don’t get me started on the large mouth she caught and how fucking adorable it was that she named the damn thing Bob. I want to make her breakfast, but what do I make? Should I make love to her now, when I really want to, or should I wait? Did I mention she’s a virgin? I don’t even know the last time I was with a virgin. Wait, yes I do. Fucking high school!”
I stopped and waited for Tripp to answer as I pulled the refrigerator door open and scanned the food we’d bought at the grocery store yesterday.
“Tripp?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.
“Cord?”
“Yeah, it’s Cord. Can you hear me?”
“I can hear you, but I can’t believe my damn ears. I’m trying to process all of that shit you just threw at me. Please tell me you have us on a three-way call with at least Steed.”
Frowning, I replied, “It’s just you, asshole.”
“Holy. Shit. I need a moment. Honest to God, I never in my life thought this day would happen. Steed had hope for you, but me? I was doubtful.”
“Thanks for that, bro.”
“So let me get this straight. You’re at the lake house?”
“Yes.”
He cleared his throat. “And Maebh is there, and Mom somehow set all that up?”
“Yep.”
“And so yesterday was a good day?”
“Something weird is happening to me, Tripp. It’s like I’m a user, and she’s my drug. She makes me crazy.”
“Crazy how?”
My hand threaded through my hair. “Crazy like not myself. I keep having these thoughts. About punching a guy who flirts with her. Or…like this morning, she laid down next to me last night in bed and I woke up spooning her. With our clothes on! Then…then I got out of bed and the fucking damnedest thing happened.”
“What? What happened!” Harley shouted.
“Seriously? You put me on speaker, you prick?”
“Cord!” they both yelled at once.
“Fine! I may have thought it would be nice to wake up with her in my bed every day…forever.”
“Oh my God!” Harley squealed as Tripp laughed. The fucker actually laughed. Some brother he was. I was going to remember this, and he was going to pay for it.
“Cord Parker, if you hurt her I will rip your balls off your body and feed them to an animal.”
I swallowed hard and covered my junk. “What the fuck, Harley?”
Tripp snorted.
“Can we get back to my problem here? This obsession, or need, or desire, or whatever this is.”
Harley cleared her throat as if she was fixin’ to make an earth-shattering proclamation…and Jesus, what she said next shattered something, although I’m sure it wasn’t even remotely close to earth. “It’s called being in love, Cord.”
