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“So, mornings, huh?”
Leon kissed the top of my head when I giggled into his chest, the sound muffled by a world of sweat and muscle. But it was the sort of sweat I liked, the sort we made together.
“Mornings,” I agreed softly, sinking into his skin, letting him stroke my hair then my back.
“Sounds like the right way to start a relationship.” Leon yawned widely above me. “Sleep. kitten. Then we need to find food.”
“And coffee.”
“And coffee.”
I read the smile in his voice without looking at him, and gave him my own into his chest, even if he couldn’t see it.
But I knew he felt it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
NAPOLEON
One morning with her and I was ready to give my vows to the monogamy clan. Hell, with a girl like Wrenlee, I could see why a guy like Beau Bennet chose to settle down with his girl and never looked sideways. Wrenlee was right to be worried about me; I had a rep–just like most of the Kingsman boys in the frat house–as a love ‘em and leave ‘em man.
But just like Wrenlee, I’d been on the other side of the line and gotten my ass cheated on. Happy sweet sixteen to her, because it sure as fuck wasn’t for me. After that, I gave up on the need to be a one woman guy and played the field happily.
Until now.
I tightened my arms around Wrenlee, and hoped she’d never leave. Sleep came easy with her warmth pressed to me. My bedroom smelled of sex and her, and for once when I closed my eyes, I didn’t fall back into the ongoing fight with my father about taking on his business instead of wanting to carve my own path in the world. I had the brief awareness of Wrenlee purring at my side, worn out and all gorgeously boneless in my bed, and wondered if she ever clashed with her family like the way I did with mine.
My phone brought me out of both a bone-heavy sleep and a nap that felt like it lasted a few minutes at most. I checked the message–Nash, my parents always were hung up on that letter–and the time, groaning as I realised I’d been down for over four hours. That was gonna screw with my training schedule come tomorrow, but hell, maybe my body needed it after yesterday’s cluster fuck.
Ignoring my brother’s interruption while I rolled to snuggle Wrenlee, I came up empty, my arms wrapping around the ghost of her. A warm spot remained by my side instead of the pretty girl I expected.
Growling under my breath, I cussed my way to the door, yanking on my jeans and flicking my phone open just as I reached for the handle.
Nash:Got your girl here. She looks tasty and bed fucked. Thought I was you.
Nash:Don’t leave me alone with her too long...
I gripped my phone to the point the thing screamed like the glass was trying to shatter under the force, and nearly did as I threw it back to my bed where it bounced. With Nash, I had a damn fine reason to be worried.
The guy my pretty sixteen year old girlfriend cheated on me with back in the day? That was my younger brother, my junior by a good eleven months.
We hated each other well before that but finding him with my girl bent over the kitchen bench nailed that coffin to the wall. Or rather, to her.
“Wrenlee,” I yelled, busting out of my room and taking the stairs two at a time.
I stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, the wave of gut wrenching nausea that washed over me dissipating as I found her seated on one of the stools, her ankles crossed demurely, nibbling on a piece of toast, her back to me.
And on that pretty back was my name. Because the little sassy thing must have riffled through my cupboard to find a clean jersey. Thankfully it covered her peachy round behind because it didn't look like she was wearing anything else.
Nash leaned his ass against the bench opposite her, his eyes drinking her in with the same expression I probably had when I woke up this morning and kissed her stupid.
“Morning, kitten,” I murmured, lacing an arm around her waist from behind and pressing my body hard against hers.
She squeaked and dropped the toast.
I caught it nearly, placing it back in her hands and kissed the crumbs off the corner of her lips. “I said you’d look good with my name branded across your back.”
“Thought it was for me, a tasty treat wrapped and named.” Nash spouted his bullshit from across the kitchen.
