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I shrug. “Guess next time you better cancel your plans then.” He doesn’t need to know I plan on wearing out the charge on my vibrator today picturing his face buried between my legs.
“I can still cancel my plans tonight, Red.” His husky voice deepens when he stands and okay, so my mouth might water a bit at the incredible erection this man sports behind those black boxer briefs. Damn.
“No, you can’t. Not with your nosey family. Go. Eat.” I head to the door, and he laughs again.
“I already ate.” I turn around, shaking my head and catch him texting something, then dropping the phone. “Now, I want to fuck.”
I almost say,Well who am I to argue?
It’s on the tip of my tongue.
But I just can’t saythosewords tothisman. I’ll always argue with him. Just not right now. Not when his dick is peaking out of the top of those boxer briefs and making all sorts of promises.
So instead, I cross the room, stand in front of him, and drop to my knees.
“Sawyer,” a distinctly male voice calls out from beyond the bedroom door, followed by a feminine laugh.
“What the hell?” I ask as I look up at him.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” he growls low and kinda hot.
“Dude... I just tripped over a black sweater I know isn’t yours, asshole.”
I stand up and move behind Sawyer. “Why does that voice sound like it’s getting closer?”
“Because it is.” He runs his hands through his hair and lifts his face to the ceiling before he puts his jeans back on and lets himself out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Of course, I want to know what the heck is going on. So I tiptoe to the door and crack it open to see what I can hear.
Probably not one of my smarter decisions, since the voice on the other side of the door says, “Hey, Wren.”
Oh, fuck.
I angle my nearly naked body behind the door and peak my head out. “Hi, Hudson.”
* * *
Sawyer
I’m going to kill my brother.
He doesn’t scare me. I don’t give a flying fuck that he’s a world-champion MMA fighter. This is taking cock-blocking to a whole new level. And I’m going to kill him... until I see his wife at the bottom of the stairs.
She wiggles her fingers at me. “Hey, Sawyer.”
“Hey, Maddie.” I look from her to Hudson. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
“Nope.” He smiles so big, he’d put Miss America to shame.
Fucker.
The door behind me closes, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to sleep with one eye open tonight because Wren was vicious as a kid when she’d get embarrassed about something. And I can’t imagine her being thrilled right now.
“Speaking of not being able to help yourself... Wren Davenport?” He raises his brow. “She’s been back for two days, brother. Damn.”
The door opens again, only this time, Wren’s thrown on a Kingdom hoodie she must have stolen from my basket. It’s black with the neon-purple logo across the front, and it falls to her knees, leaving the rest of her legs bare.
Fuck me.
