AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Hey, girls.” Brad strolled in, his eyes panicked for a second before scouring the room. “I was looking for you guys.”
“Hey, Charles.” Mason walked in next, holding a pint of ice cream. “Girls, Janice has the cones ready downstairs.”
Well, damn. We had the whole darn family in the room now while Becky was underneath my bed, buck-ass naked.
I swallowed as every inch of me sweated profusely.
Mason’s eyebrows scrunched, and he sported a very disappointed gaze. “Did you just wake up? It’s practically three in the afternoon.”
I wanted to tell them Becky and I were tired from having nonstop sex last night and into the morning. That we had eaten breakfast, watched a reality TV show in bed, had sex again, eaten lunch, and repeated the process.
“I … I was about to take a shower,” I stuttered.
“Where’s Becky?” Mason asked, still clueless.
God help this man.
I gritted my teeth and shuffled from one foot to the other, running my hands through my hair.
“She might be in her room. Come on, Uncle Mason. Let’s look for her.” Mary took Mason’s hand. Sarah followed behind them.
As soon as they left, I released a heavy breath. Brad smirked, placing both hands on his hips.Why the hell is he still in my room, standing there, smiling like an idiot?
“Get out,” I snapped.
“Purple?”
I quirked an eyebrow. He tipped his chin toward my bed, and I turned to see what he was motioning toward—Becky’s bra.
“I didn’t know you were cross-dressing now.”
“Shut up,” I growled.
He turned around but not before saying, “Hey, Becky.”
I groaned. “You could have called before you came home.”
He threw me a look as though I’d said something stupid. “I did. Multiple times. But I figured you were preoccupied.”
Bastard had the audacity to full-on grin.
I glared at him. “Get out.”
He smirked. “You go shower. And if you need more showering time, we’ll be having ice cream outside by the pool. It’s nice out. I’ll be waiting for my Best Brother Award later.”
I didn’t have time to retort before he shut the door behind him.
I went on my knees and ducked under the bed. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Becky’s soft voice was shaky.
I assisted her out from under the bed, and when she stood, her hand trembled.
“Hey …” I pulled her into me, and my fingers threaded through her hair, bringing her head against my chest. “You’re shaking.” My arms fully wrapped around her lower back, pulling her in closer.
“That was a close call,” she said, her voice muffled against my chest.
“Yeah. Feels a little like we’re teenagers and I snuck you into my room.” I noted every inch of her body against mine, her soft breasts against my hard chest, her little patch of hair against my side. My mind was thinking one thing, but my body wanted her.
