Page 104 of Without You, Scotch and Sammy 2

She bats her lashes. “I promise to come back to you.”

A snarl literally works its way up my throat, and pressing her up against the wall we’re hiding behind, I squeeze her hip and press my lips against hers. She lets out a soft squeak of surprise, but when her arms come up around my neck and her chest presses against mine, then when her tongue snakes out to touch mine, we both groan in pleasure. She’s exactly like I thought she’d be.

Perfect.

Responsive.

Mine.

I pull away quickly, breaking our kiss and forcing a gasp from her lips, then I spin her and pat her ass. “He touches you, I’m taking his handy dandy flashlight and I’m shoving it up his ass.”

She snickers and peeks around the corner. “Can I watch?”

“Yup. Then I’m taking my handy dandy dick and shoving it up yours.”

Her eyes flash wide and her cheeks flush crimson, but she bites her lip and her eyes turn liquid warm.

I groan at the want in her gaze. “Don’t do this to me now.”

“What are you doing later tonight, Luc?”

“Probably drinking bleach so I can forget that I’m giving you permission to flirt with that tool bag.”

She smiles and turns back toward me, reaching up and tracing my bottom lip with her thumb. She’s so close, I could count every single one of her freckles, and I’d take my time and enjoy it.

“I love jealous Luc. It’s adorable. And a nice change.”

I roll my eyes, but she just pats my chest patronizingly. “Lets go. We have a job to do.”

“Remind me why we’re doing this.”

“Because we love Scotch, and we suspect Sammy has been looking out for me since I was a kid. It was misplaced responsibility, but it was there nonetheless. And I don’t like seeing my brother hurt, and at the moment, he thinks Sammy is the devil.”

“Fuck. That’s hardly a reason for me to watch you flirt with someone else.”

She laughs softly. “You’ll be fine. Consider it a character building exercise. Get your lock pickin’ fingers ready, Luc.”

“I want it on record that I’m not happy about this. And that I don’t normally pick locks for fun.”

“Noted. Now get ready.”

She peers back around the corner of the intersecting hallways, then straightening the uniform that was created purely for functionality and blandness, but somehow shows off her ass and tits in a way I hate when it’s not just me looking, she struts forward just as planned.

“Hey Roy.”

I close my eyes at her perky voice. I can’t see her. I can only hear, but I fucking know he’s leering at her right now. “Hey Kari-- woah!”

Kari squeaks out in surprise, and I know she’s just tripped into his arms – as planned – and I find my cheek twitching in response. We need him. We need him. We need him.

“I’m so sorry! I’m such a klutz.”

He laughs softly, and though she told me a million times to keep my shit together, I still peek my head around the corner and grind my teeth at the sight of him holding her close to his body.

“It’s fine, Kari. I’m always ready and willing to catch a pretty girl when she falls.”

She smiles beautifully, glaring at me quickly when she spots my snooping. When his head begins to turn, she cries out and takes the weight off her foot. “Oh no, I think I must’ve sprained my ankle.”

“Oh no.” Roy pulls her into his side and wraps his arm around her waist, taking her weight and practically grabbing her boob in the process. I’m gonna fucking kill him. “Here, let me help you, Care Bear.”

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