Page 68 of Pucking Revenge

I drop my keys in the bowl by the door and slide off my shoes, then rest my hand against the small of Sara’s back and lead her to the couch. “Want something to drink?”

“A beer would be great,” Aiden replies behind me.

“Get your own drink.” With another glare at him, I slip out of my suit jacket and drape it over the back of a chair at the kitchen counter.

He scowls. The dude is more surly tonight than I’ve ever seen him.

Sara, thankfully, seems to have relaxed a bit since she settled in on the couch cushions. “I’m fine.”

When I turn back to Aiden, the defeated slump of his shoulders tugs at my heartstrings. “You’re buying me another six-pack,” I grumble. I head to the fridge and snag a pumpkin beer for Sara and two lagers for Aiden and me.

I hand Sara her beer, top already off, and she rewards me with a sweet smile. As I settle beside her, Aiden drops into the chair across from us and slumps forward, dropping his elbows onto his knees and holding his beer loosely in front of him. “Is she dating anyone?”

“Fucking A,” I grumble.

Sara lets out an uncomfortable laugh and pushes her hair behind her ear. “I’m not sure if I should answer that. Maybe you should talk to her.”

With his elbows still planted on his knees, he lifts his head. “Does she talk about me?”

“Oh my God.” I take a swig of my beer and marvel at the insanity before me. “What the hell is going on with you and Jill?”

Aiden straightens at that question. “Nothing. I just?—”

“Then go home to her.”

The way he deflates makes me feel like an ass.

Sara grips my thigh, silently signaling me to go easy on my brother, but now that she’s touching me, I can’t focus on the man falling apart on the other side of the room. All my focus has been rerouted to my dick. I clear my throat and mentally scold myself. If I can keep the train on the tracks and get Aiden’s head on straight quickly, then I can?—

“I’m going to let you two talk,” Sara says, instantly killing my mood.

With that statement, any hope that this night could end with my hands on her has evaporated. She squeezes my thigh again and angles in close. Her sweet scent envelops me as she pecks my cheek. “Great game tonight, Saint.”

Every cell in my body is screaming for me to stop her. Hold her hostage.

“Thanks, Sar.” Aiden, the idiot, is completely oblivious to his status as a major cockblock.

She stands and smiles at my brother before I can formulate a sentence. “I’m gonna take this for the road.” She brings her bottle to her lips. “Don’t want to waste a perfectly good pumpkin beer.” She winks at me.

All I can do now is hold back my groan and accept that there is no salvaging this night.

“Breakfast tomorrow?” I scramble for a reason to see her as I stand and follow her to the door. It’s stupid. We’re headed out on the road in two days, and unlike the rest of the guys, my girl travels with us. I will see her again.

And she’s my Sara. We’re going to see one another. We always do.

She winces. “I’ve got plans. But I’ll see you on the plane on Monday?”

Monday? What about tomorrow night?

Of course I don’t say that. Don’t even ask what her plans are. She’ll probably be hanging with Lennox, since they don’t get to see each other much. And it’s not really my place to ask, is it?

Fuck, I’m a disaster.

“Yeah, of course. Monday.” I itch to touch her, to pull her close and hold her. To relive the kisses she so easily gave me only an hour ago. And fuck it, I don’t have the wherewithal to stop.

Threading my fingers in the hair at her nape, I pull her close, and when she fists my shirt and smiles, I press my lips to hers. Like earlier, she lets out a surprised little yip. And just like that, I’m obsessed with the sound. Then she slides her tongue against my lips, seeking more.

“Fuck, crazy girl.” I pull back a fraction and fill my lungs, then I dive back in for another kiss.

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