Page 102 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

Thirty-Two

Liam

The family room light is on when I return home at ten o’clock. I half expect to find Denver and Savannah in a screaming match, because Denver’s big-ass mouth sent three of the Bailey siblings to visit me at Smokin’ Guns today. Austin and Brooklyn had the courtesy to wait until I was between customers to talk to me, but Rome busted in, stole Rhys’s chair, and rolled over next to me while I was finishing Gerald, a client who was there on his fourth visit to finish a large family emblem on his back. Thankfully, all of the Baileys gave me their blessing and said they’d keep it quiet, per Savannah’s wishes. However, thanks to Rome, I have to make sure Gerald, an accountant from two towns over, keeps our secret too.

By the time I reach the door, I hear music coming from inside—“Dancing in the Streets” by David Bowie and Mick Jagger. When I step inside, I spot Savannah dancing in the kitchen with a spoon to her mouth, lip syncing.

I drop my bag, cross my arms, and watch her. Her hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, and she’s in yoga pants and my old Lake Starlight High School T-shirt, which is tied in a knot at her waist. I want to kidnap her and hold her hostage in my room until she’s had at least three orgasms. But it’s rare to see her like this, so I don’t dare. She continues dancing while she puts the wooden spoon in a bowl and stirs, her hips swaying to the beat.

Denver slides into the room in his socks as though he’s Tom Cruise in Risky Business, then he grabs her and they dance. He has one hand on her hip and his other hand in hers. Every step is exaggerated and they’re both laughing so hard by the time the song comes to an end, Denver falls onto a breakfast stool and Savannah bends over the counter, giving me a perfect view of her ass.

Denver spots me at the door and nudges Savannah, pointing at me. “Daddy’s home.”

Savannah glances over her shoulder and smiles.

Damn. I know with certainty that I could come home to that smile every night for the rest of my life and be a happy man.

She swivels around and leans her elbows on the counter. “You’re just in time. We’re about to frost.”

“Frost?” I push off the wall, happy to see she didn’t give Denver a black eye but wishing he’d disappear so I could place her on the counter, spread her legs, and make her scream my name.

“The cake,” she says when I fist-bump Denver.

I wrap my arm around her waist to bring her flush against my chest. “My entire eight-hour shift, all I could think of was doing this.”

I bend her down and capture her lips. At first, she pushes me away but relents for a half a second before pushing at me again.

“I guess I have to get used to this now, huh?” Denver heads to the other side of the counter as though he’s afraid we’re contagious.

“Yeah, you do.”

Savannah bites her lip, and I run my hand down her back to her ass then squeeze it. We share a look. I’m pretty sure she’s thinking what I was moments ago. Why the hell doesn’t Denver have somewhere to be on a Friday night?

“So you two made up?” I ask.

Savannah pinches Denver’s cheek. “He’s just too lovable, I suppose.”

I inspect the kitchen, looking for alcohol, but I don’t even see a beer bottle. They’re sober?

“I think she felt bad for me.”

“It was the orange chicken from Wok For U,” Savannah tells him.

“What’s with the cake?” I ask.

“Well…” She looks at her brother and they laugh. “I was watching a baking show and Denver said he could do better than the lady, so I bet him he couldn’t. We found this old mix tape in your desk over there.” She points at Denver as though he was the snoop. “And we’re wondering why you have a mix tape and a tape player?” She waves me off like I can answer that another time. “And we decided to make an ugly masterpiece together. Lucky for us, you had all the ingredients.” She runs her finger down my chest. “Are you a secret baker?”

I laugh. “I’m not a baker.”

“Neither are we.” She picks up their lopsided cake, which has one piece missing.

I wish I could watch her all night. She’s so free and living in the moment. Did all those things I made her do really make a difference? “And the missing piece of cake?”

They both laugh again.

“We had to taste-test,” Denver admits.

Not surprising for him, but I am surprised Savannah’s not annoyed by the less-than-perfect creation they made.

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