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Jameson’s technique isn’t exactly subtle. The second we get back to where TumbleWed Mike is sitting, Jameson jerks his thumb towards the door of the bar and shouts, “Buddy, you’re done here. Go home.”
“Who the fuck is this? Your brother?”
“I sure hope not, because I’m the guy who’s making her cream seven days a week,” Jameson growls, tightening his arm around my shoulders.
I have to bite my bottom lip to stop from laughing at the idea of Jameson Waters making me cream seven days a week. He’s a kid. Okay, he’s twenty-six. But that makes him still a kid. Does he even know what a clit is? Or where to find it?
With his arm draped over my shoulders, he pulls me hard against his side. It’s a bit over the top, but I can’t fault his commitment to playing the role of the jealous boyfriend tonight. I can always count on the five Waters boys to come through when I need any one of them. Jacks is my best friend, but we’re all tight.
“Why the hell was she messaging me, then?” TumbleWed Mike demands.
And that is an excellent question, TumbleWed Mike. I did not think this one through.
Apparently Jameson did, though. He pulls me to stand in front of him and puts his forearm across my chest like a bar, pinning me against his hard body. I’m not sure this is entirely necessary to convince my date to leave. Jameson rubs my shoulder with his thumb, and his other hand settles on the side of my hip.
“My girl gave me an ultimatum. She wanted me to commit to being a one-woman man, and I was too dumb to see she’s all the woman I could ever need and more. But I came to my senses. Now, we’re getting married.”
“You’re getting married?” My date’s looking at me like he’s seeing me for the first time, while my best friend’s little brother has his arm over my chest and his hand practically on my ass. What the hell is my life coming to?
“Tell him, babe. Tell him how we’re getting married.” Jameson slowly slides his hand from my hip to the round curve of my stomach. “Got to do it in a bit of a hurry, though. If you know what I mean.”
“She’s pregnant?”
“Just found out. We couldn’t be happier. I’m over the moon about it. Right, babe?”
I can hear the smile in Jameson’s voice, even if I can’t see his face. He’s way too good at this. Disturbingly good at this. Idiot.
“I’m out of here. I don’t want any part of a pregnant chick fucking her brother.” He gets up and storms away from us and hopefully out of my life forever. So long, TumbleWed Mike. Hope to never see you again.
“We’ll send you an invite to the wedding,” Jameson calls after him. “Cash gifts only.”
When I lean forward, Jameson releases me from being pinned against every inch of his warm body.
Turning around to face him, I have a huge smile on my face. “I don’t know whether I should be offended or impressed. You’re scary good at that.”
“Happy to chase men away from you anytime, babe.”
“Enough with the babe stuff. He’s gone now.” Batting my lashes at him, I rub the curve of my stomach like he did. “Unless you think we should really get married. For the babies.”
Jameson grins at me, a huge smile across his face. “There’s more than one in there? I figured my guys could swim, but shit.”
“Twins. They run in my family.”
“No one in your family is a twin.”
I shrug. “Twins always skip a generation.”
“Let me buy you a drink, Lemon. We can talk baby names.”
“Are you even old enough to buy me a drink? How did you even get in here tonight? Still have Jacks’ old fake ID?” I say, laughing at him.
Jameson’s lips twitch before he gives me a lazy grin. “I’m plenty old enough to get you a drink. And whatever else you need tonight.”
Is Jameson… flirting with me? That’s weird. How much has he been drinking?
“Sounds like you don’t need another drink. You can go back to your little redhead friend now. Preferably before she claws my eyes out. But maybe have a glass of water?”
